On Monday, discussion at the Semi Weekly Meeting of the Newmentia Lunch Time Think Tank was stimulated by a young lass who stopped by to report that while she, herself, had not bagged a deer yet, an acquaintance of hers had.
That led me to ask if anybody had seen the picture in The Missouri Conservationist of the buck brought down by a hunter with his atlatl. That's a primitive weapon that uses a flinging thing to throw a long spear.
That led The Woodsman to tell of how he knew guys who got a deer by throwing a spear at it. "They just stood in the tree stand and threw it."
"You mean they could throw that hard to kill a deer?"
"Actually, I think they just stood in the tree stand and stabbed it as it went under. It was a really long spear."
"We found a leg on our sidewalk this morning." I felt like EF Hutton. They all stopped and looked at me. The Think Tank. Not the pupils. Not-heaven, no! They can't be distracted from their cell phones. But everyone at my table leaned in, mouths hanging open.
"You mean a DEER leg...right?"
"Yes! A deer leg. Of course."
"Okay. Because in your neck of the woods, you never know."
Sweet Gummi Mary! A headless body gets found in a septic tank less than a mile from your Mansion, and people never want to let you live that down!
Here's the evidence:
Let the record show that our dogs salvaged it. The Hillbilly family are not shooters nor stabbers of deer. But our fleabags DO enjoy the spoils.
Note to self: Do not let sweet, sweet Juno lick you this week. And especially do not accidentally chew on her nose.