I know it's kind of hard to see, but if you look closely, you will see what was staring at me as I left our land the other day. Almost in the middle of the picture is a very beautiful deer. She stood there long enough to let me take her pic, then she took off.
Last night, my husband called after work and asked if it's okay if he stays at "Kenny's" and helps him "dress a deer." I didn't ask questions, I just said I didn't care. Kenny is a modern day Jeremiah Johnson, and I figured I'd hear the story when my husband got home.
Here's the story. A guy he works with left work in a rush because he got a call that his son was in a motorcycle wreck. My husband went to our land after work to check out the flooding situation (another story). On his way there, right by our property, he saw a huge crowd of people. As it turns out, it was the guy from work, his son, the motorcycle, and a suffering deer, plus gawkers (funny word - gawkers - is it a word?) and a police officer. The son on the motorcycle was not wearing a helmet, and hit a deer that came out of our woods. This kid has a reason to be alive, I will say that, because he did not get hurt. All I can think is that he must not have been going very fast. So the police officer asks if anyone would be willing to take the deer and butcher it. No one would. So my husband and Kenny decided to do it. They both deer hunt, they both have butchered them before, and why waste it. The officer then shot the deer and put it out of it's misery. So sad. There was another deer nearby. Kenny said it was probably the twin brother, that they sometimes run together when they are twins. My heart just felt so sad for everyone involved, including the deer. He had small velvety antlers. Both men kept some of the meat and they gave some to a guy who is down on his luck. Please be careful when driving by a woods. There are always animals nearby. And always look out for people on motorcycles. Just be safe.