Hunting Season

“Civilized life has altogether grown too tame, and, if it is to be stable, it must provide a harmless outlet for the impulses which our remote ancestors satisfied in hunting” ~ Bertrand Russel

So yesteday we went to fulfill our ancestors impulse. Since we are more civilized we didn't go into the woods too early as it was cold. We lounged in the warmth of home and it was actually after noon before we left. It was still cold (22 degrees) but the breeze was down.

When we got to the hunting spot we got out of the truck and donned our gear. Immediately we spotted fresh droppings, proof the prey was close. We walked further trying not to make a noise. More droppings were sited. The further in we walked the more evidence we had that our quarry was soon to be found. Then we came upon evidence of a fresh kill along with a gut pile. Quietly we walked hoping to find something worthy of mounting. Suddenly we found ourselves surrounded. We ran as our prey now outnumbered us... the hunter became the hunted! We found help from a little old lady in a 1950 Jeep armed with a chainsaw. She quickly dipersed the prey. I tagged it as any good spinner/knitter would. Then we drug it to the truck. On the way home we saw a wonderful sunset. When we got home we were worried it's hide would get ruined. So we quickly mounted it. Thankfully it was a good size and should feed us (spiritually?) for a couple of weeks.