This
is a deer hunting story. I’ve told it before, but I can’t find the original version,
so I’m going to tell it again.
Vegans
and vegetarians: deer hunting. You have been warned.
Long,
long ago, in a state and county far away, Rick and his friends Chris and Bill
had fallen on hard times. Rick and Chris were recently returned from Vietnam.
They and Bill had teamed up and rented a place together. The three of them
picked up what work they could, but the rent was due, and they didn’t have much
money or any food in the larder.
They
decided to go deer hunting, but they did not have any firearms. Bill, a
resourceful young fellow, took a length of pipe, cut a diagonal off the end,
and sharpened the pipe to a point. Rick and Chris looked at him with new
respect and a little fear.
Chris,
the electrician of the crew, fixed up a spotlight that would run on the battery
of Rick’s car, Wreckage, so they could spot their prey.
Wreckage, the deer-hunting VW, ca. April 1972, on Maury Island
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They
planned that when they went hunting, Rick would be the driver, Chris would be
the deer spotter, and Bill would throw the spear.
But
where do you go hunting for deer in the (mostly) genteel suburbs where they
lived? They figured: a golf course. So after the sun set, they went to see what
provender they could forage on the links.
Rick
was driving Wreckage with the headlights off and Chris was holding the
spotlight out the window from the back seat.
After
a while cruising around the various greens and fairways, they spotted a deer. Rick
hit the accelerator. Chris shined the spotlight in the deer’s eyes. The deer
froze. Bill leaned out the passenger window and hurled the pipe-spear.
Unfortunately,
Bill’s arm caught the wire that ran from the spotlight to the car battery, so
the light went out, the car died, and there they sat in perfect still darkness.
Chris
did as quick a re-attachment of the wires to the battery as he could in the
dark, and soon they had light again. A scan of the area with the spotlight showed
that Bill had hit the deer with the spear, and it was down. Rick administered
the coup de grace with his hunting knife, and they loaded the carcass into
Wreckage and went home.
When
they arrived home, they realized that the power was out in the neighborhood, so
they carried the deer into their apartment in the dark – which was probably for
the best.
Most
apartments do not come with a facility for butchering game, so they lit a lot
of candles, hung the deer up in the shower and went to work.
At
this point, their landlord came knocking at their door. And there they were,
surrounded by candles, carving away at a bloody carcass hanging in the shower.
The
landlord was somewhat taken aback.
The
guys explained to him that they were dressing out a deer they had killed and
managed to talk him into accepting a deer haunch in lieu of rent. He went off
with his fresh venison, and they carried on with their work of parceling out
the deer and putting a lot of it in the freezer for their own consumption over
the coming days and weeks. They ate well that night. All in all, a successful
night’s hunting for three broke hippies.
Bill
and Chris could correct me on a lot of the details, but that’s how I remember
Rick telling it.
SHAMELESS
PROMOTION: I will be playing at the O Space on Saturday Night, September 29,
from 7:20 p.m. to 7:50 p.m. I will be singing and playing some of my original
songs.
Seven
acts will be performing that evening. This is part of a series Pete Welch is
calling Catch Us While You Can – musicians
who have played on the island for thirty years or more. The implication being
that we will die soon. Thanks, Pete. Always nice to be reminded I haven’t got
long.
This
shindig kicks off at 5:00 pm the O Space with The Spotlights; Bob Kueker at
5:50; High and Lonesome (bluegrass) at 6:30; Mary Litchfield Tuel 7:20;
Subconscious Population at 8:00; Chuck Roehm at 8:50; and Sinner and the Saints
at 9:30.
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