I really try to stay non-anything and pro-positivity... I do. But if you live in Missouri in November, even if you never leave the house, you are touched by the most anticipated season of them all.... one might guess Thanksgiving or even early Christmas? No.
It's Deer Hunting Season. Yeah, the one where people flock to the woods at dawn to drool over their dominion over Mother Nature... Ugh... early spoiler alert. If you're a hunter or love hunters, you might just wait for all my other posts... this one is not for you... Or actually, it is... but you don't like what I'm about to say. I don't like it either.
I have hated hunting since I was old enough to hate anything. Never allowed to actually hate hunters since my upbringing had taught me not to hate people... so I don't. I actually love several hunters I know.... but I do hate hunting.
I woke up to this post on mighty Facebook.
I really like this kid. He is the kindest neighbor and even blades our driveway as a gift to us when it snows. He's a peach... And it is totally his right to do as he pleases... he no doubt will eat the venison, and he is no worse than anyone who walks the earth.
But that is his side of the cornfield... on my side... while he waited the three years for that deer to mature, I watched the majestic animal through my studio windows, out my living room door.. He was a gentle shadow in the misty dawn... My son watched him graze last night on his final day on earth... He often stood staring across that very field as if... (yep. I'm hugging a tree here.)
I might have always wondered where my deer went. I might have secretly known it wasn't good. But to see this... my heart has been broken by real loss this week.. one of my dearest friends lost her fight with cancer... There are so many true tragedies... (and yes, true blessings. I know)... but this is what drove me to a personal meltdown... this little Bambi incident.... My son had to tell me in no uncertain terms to get a grip!
But... Mighty Hunters, pounding your chests like you've accomplished something? Uh... you had a high powered gun and a sight, and a camera .....and a field filled with corn. And don't tell me it's good for the deer population and they would starve off if we didn't keep the census low... I happen to have been here when the Dept. Of Conservation "bussed" in deer years ago... that's why we have so many. Lol... if my facts are wrong, don't bother to school me... my mind is made up. Don't confuse me with facts.
Farewell, Beautiful....
