So yesterday and today, I spend several hours afield, looking to put some meat in the freezer. <\/p>\n
No, I’m not looking for a trophy buck, I’m not interested in rack size, I want meat. Seen the price of beef lately? <\/p>\n
So I find a likely spot. I set up. I’ve spent hours scrubbing clothes with non-scented soaps. I wear scent-blocking outergarments. I have perfume-free deodorant. I used Beano at turkey dinner so I wouldn’t have smelly farts. I find a place downwind of where any deer can possibly be. I sit in an area invisible to anyone. Three times yesterday, a hunter stood less than two feet from me and didn’t see me. Today, a turkey called and walked in front of me. A field mouse crawled up my leg and sat on my knee, eating a piece of corn. I was immoble through it all. <\/p>\n
Didn’t see a deer. Oh, they’re out there, buckets of tracks all around where I’m hunting. <\/p>\n
So I left at around noon, startling a few squirrels in the process, and go see a friend of mine in Cicero. On my way back, I see three bucks walking across the Bishop Ford Freeway, and further down, a guy in an Escalade has hit one.<\/p>\n
The cops have stopped by and given him a permit to posess the deer. He’s hit it badly enough that the meat is pretty much toast, but he wants the rack. he has no way to remove the rack.<\/p>\n
So he has the tire iron out of the back of the escalade, and is using it to <\/p>\n
Beat.The.Head.Off.The.Deer.<\/p>\n
He’s not even using the pointy end. He has gotten about halfway through the neck, and is shattering the neck bones with the big end of his tire iron. He’s apparently just gotten off work at some office, because his white shirt and paisley tie now have been covered with a fine spray of deer blood. the escalade is gonna need a bath. <\/p>\n
I stop and use my knife to help him separate the rest of the head from the carcase, unwilling to see any more nastiness. He’s gonna have the head mounted. I wonder if he’ll hang a picture of his weapon below the head. “Killed with a 7.2 liter Escalade’<\/p>\n
Sheesh.<\/p>\n
I’m gonna try a new preserve tomorrow and see if a change of venue changes my luck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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