Today, I stopped in to pick up a few groceries, and carrying the bag across the parking lot, I caught glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. On the bank behind the store, a deer moved slowly across the leafless hillside. I watched him moving in and out of the trees. The way that he held his head lead me to believe that it was a buck. It wasn't long before he had moved close enough for me to see that this was true. He had a lovely rack, and was at least an eight point, maybe even a 10 point, but he was limping badly. I saw that his rear leg was broken and it swung out awkwardly, as he stepped. He only had one antler...the other appeared to be broken off. This is the 'rut', and the bucks are after the does. They run alone, and once they are on the trail of a doe, they are wild and careless. I imagine this beast, driven by lust, had bolted in front of a car and got himself hit.
You know, I have never shot an animal in my life. I am not a hunter. Luckily, I don't have to be, because Tim is quite good at it, and we usually have at least a couple venison in the freezer every fall. I have to say though, watching this poor creature lurching and limping along, I wished for a gun. If I had one, I would have shot the beast myself.
Because I am a sap, there were tears.