Sunday, November 25, 2007
I was quite happy last night to sit by a roaring fire and listen to the football game. Quite happy – until the dog started having a fit on the deck. Thinking she was barking at a neighbor again, I stepped out.
There, below the deck, was a young buck in rut chasing three doe. Their movements were odd, running up the hill but turning in a panic and running back down to the bottom. The odd thing was, the dog wasn’t paying them any attention…she was looking at the road.
Parked along side my property was a truck. The longer I looked at it, the angrier I became. I heard the tailgate drop, although I could not see the owner. Then I heard, quite distinctly, the rifle being cocked.
"Do you need something?" I yelled.
The tailgate closed and the driver headed for the driver’s side door.
"I said do you need something?"
"No ma’am. I’m fine."
"What were you doing?"
"I was just lookin’ at them deer."
"I heard your gun cock. You weren’t thinking of shooting them were you?"
"No. I was just looking at them through my site."
"Those deer are on MY property."
"I ain’t that stupid! I was just lookin’. "
"You best get movin’ along before I call the law." (I can talk hick with the best of them when I’m riled.)
He got in his truck and drove slowly away.
I ask you. When was the last time you backed a man with a gun down? In your slippers?
The buck and the doe went their merry way. Hopefully to produce more spring fawn.