Scott gets his buck

Posted on November 17, 2010

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I was on my way to Chris and Sonny’s yesterday when I saw a truck at the side of the road with a buck lashed to the back.  This is a common sight on the second day of firearm deer season, but it’s something I don’t think I’ve ever shown you before. 

Scott Kreutzer was bringing home the venison.  He and his son Brody were hunting with their friend Craig Winneur, whose father-in-law owns 15 acres near the Writing Studio and Bait Shop.  Very near, as a matter of fact, and I lectured the Duo severely about what could happen to little dogs who went walkabout in November.  I was taking photos from the car and calling out questions because, naturally, I was running late.  “You can get out of the car you know,” said Craig.  OK, here’s your closeup.  (If you feel that you might not wish to read any further, I will understand.  Otherwise, press “more” to continue.)

The guys were headed to Sonny’s too.  Off we went to observe the Male Bonding Ritual.  The parking lot was already full of men in billed hats, cellphones at the ready.  Craig had called his father-in-law the moment the buck went down, and word spread. 

I wish I could show you the circle of men aiming cellphones at the buck, but the little camera chose that moment to jam.  There are probably a dozen cellphone photos already posted on Facebook.  I don’t think any of them include Brody, though.  Here he is with his dad, in the Approved Buck Photo Opportunity Pose. 

I think it’s ironic that the Approved Pose makes the buck look as though it is quite comfortable and taking a lively interest in the procedings.  I assure you the buck is quite dead.  I digress. 

This is a nine-point buck.  I counted. It is a blogly responsibility to confirm the facts. Um–nine?  “If you can hang a ring on it we count it,” said Scott. Ah.  If you look closely in the lower right corner you will see the little nubbin that counts as the ninth point.

I’m not a hunter myself, though I am a carnivore and think Nancy Hellman’s venison chili is an excellent treat.  I have come to terms with the meaning of hunting and eating meat.  The killing part.  Doesn’t mean it doesn’t raise compelling questions in my mind. 

Later on I dropped by Lois and Gary Dawson’s.  We talked about hunting and animal husbandry and the general bloodiness of life.  I’ve had a lot to think about this week, and needed their warmth and acceptance.  This, you see, is the post I had an easy time writing.  I’m still working on the one about Monday.

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