It's huntin' season here in North Cakalaki. Bow only in our area.
I am not opposed to hunting as long as the item hunted is eaten and not just denuded of skin or horns for trophy purposes. I don't feel the urge to participate in hunting (maybe if I was on 'Survivor' and hadn't eaten for 5 weeks...) but I'm not going to point the middle finger at people who do hunt. Just don't gut your kill in my yard and everyone will be fine. Now, on to the story...
Our intrepid neighbor, Mr. Lowe's, seemed to be all hyped up from the aftermath of Halloween. He had so much energy, in fact, that he got his hunting permit and WENT ACROSS THE STREET to go hunting. (The fact that he can walk about 50 steps and find a deer to hunt shows you how much forest/swamp is around our houses.)
Today, in the wee hours of the morning, I was taking out some garbage (thank you very little, Thing2) and in my usual pre-caffinated state of haze, didn't notice my neighbor walking between our houses. In my own defense, he WAS wearing camoflage hunting clothes. After scaring the whoopsits out of me, he beckoned towards a cooler on the back tail of his truck. This cooler was about 3 feet long, 2 feet wide and 2 feet deep. Not that big. Holds maybe 70 cans of pop.
Bleary-eyed, I wandered over (wearing my early morning kung-fu slipper shoes) and peered into the cooler. AAAUGH! Dead Bambi! Neatly folded up like a piece of origami.
I couldn't think of what to say. "Nice shot?" "Very dead deer ya got there." What does one say at 6:30am in the pre-dawn hours to a proud hunter with a dead deer carcass in the back of his truck?
Readers, all I could manage was, "I didn't know they folded up so small."
Later today Bambi may be coming over to my house in the form of jerky. I think I'll pass. I'm feeling the urge to eat a salad.
1 comment:
I, like you, am not averse to hunting as long as the victim animal is consumed by the hunter and/or his friends and neighbors.
I have a very good friend who hunts, uses all of the animal that he possibly can. He's also teaching his sons to do the same, so there ARE responsible hunters out there. Thank goodness.
As for Mr. Lowe's and his Cooler-O-Deer, I'm really not sure what the appropriate response would be in that situation. Your response cracked me up, as usual, though.
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