Jan 6, 2010: Deadolph the green-eyed busdeer
 

http://cellar.org/2009/deer.jpg

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Apparently there's no such thing as a decent camera either.

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Now I know that you are thinking:

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Alas, sadly,

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Most of the meat. Country folk know best.

That hot dog is getting a tongue bath by the bottle of ketchup.

Look at that tongue, it's a cover up. It ain't dead, it's drunk. :yeldead:

Maybe the deer is just happy to be in a warm bus.

ghghghgh, warm bussssssssss

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I can't imagine holding it up like that and grinning. I'd be so upset to have hit the deer.

I remember reading a news story once about someone who hit a deer and put the body in the back seat to take home to eat, and the thing regained consciousness. It wasn't dead, you see. And it tore the crap out of the inside of the car and injured the driver. I can just picture that happening on this bus. You can too. Go on. Imagine it.

Great trophy and a good story.

Perhaps the boy is happy that he and his family will have something to eat for several weeks.
After Mom got laid off from her job at the laundromat, she's been struggling to stretch the family's food budget by stocking up on ramen noodles and acorn squash. And for the past few weeks, ever since these abnormally harsh blizzards starting pummeling most of the country, she's been worried about being able to pay the heating bill, too.
The family has been praying for months that Al Gore's promise of a sunny, global warming would come true, but so far it's been nothing but lies. And tonight God answered their prayer in the form of 400 quarter-pound venisonburgers.

Tommy Boy?

Uncle Buck?

I know those are both movies, but I haven't seen either of them. Did they do that gag?

Yeh, but I can't remember which movie it was in.

You're not talking about Bambalance, are you?

Waaaahmulance?

Thanks for the "bambulance" link - very funny, but also very true. Lots of hunters have experienced the "dead" deer (whatever), not being dead at all, and (naturally enough), not happy with said hunter. :headshake

Last one I heard about happened to an elk hunter. Big rack on the elk, and he had to have a picture with his rifle across the elk's antlers (you've all seen that kind). With the click of the shutter, the elk came to, and the hunter became the wrestler, aka rag doll.

The match was finally ended with some help from his buddy's rifle, but not before the hunter was in need of a hospital, right away.

His description of the experience was an absolute laugh riot. I'll see if I can dig up the link to that.

I expected this post. Different culture, Dana, I think we discussed this before. :3eye:

Oh I know it Bruce. I can understand hunting. Not my cup of tea, but I get it. There's a fairly strong heritage of hunting in britain. I've been poaching with my older brother a few times, when we were kids. Went to a poachers convention in Wales once, where Martin entered a rabbit skinning comtest and gave me the rabbit foot as a good luck charm.

What I don't get, is the grinning and lifting it up. It seems...I dunno, disrespectful of one's quarry.

I understand, although poaching is frowned upon here... another culture difference, probably because over there all the game is "owned" by a few.
Keep it mind it wasn't this kids quarry, he didn't even hit it, just holding it up for others to take better pictures. He inadvertently became part owner of this trophy buck... kind of a gift.

Tommy Boy

MUTHAFUGGINN

Not as upset as you would be for the damages to your car.

Oh, and btw. No one eats road kill around here.

They do around here.

I wouldn't have been upset if had been my school bus.:haha:

We eat them up here if they can be retrieved before they get cold or pulped by traffic. Usually the ones that get eaten are the ones hit on secondary roads, and the driver or someone present grabs the carcase.

The last one I killed, was hauled off by the guy that lived right there. That guy was about 75, and said he was going in the house to get help dragging it in. He came back with his Dad. ;)

I would be upset about hitting it too.

As far as killing or maiming it, that part is up to the animal's instincts.

Once it evolves to drive buses I will worry.

Poaching is kind of frowned upon...but it depends what and where you're poaching. People get rightly annoyed at those whopoach the deer in thge valley nearby, because we have such low deer numbers. They reckon we have fewer than ten deer out there now. I don't think people are so upset at the idea of someone off lamping hares with their lurchers.

It's dying out now, as an art. But it used to be a class thing. Pretty much all land was owned after the enclosures of the 18th century, so even into the 20th century there was a sense of poaching as the poor man's game. A working-class thing. The wealthy hunted foxes and 'game' animals. The labouring classes in the countryside would risk severe punishment to hunt food. Then it became more of a sport, a kind of keeping alive of an older culture. Reawakened during the war years once rationing was introduced.

These days, it sems to fall into two brackets. There are those who are keeping alive the old ways. And there are those who like to play with big guns and hunt bigger game. The latter seem to take their cue from you guys. But they don't take into account the fact that you have huge amounts of free roaming deer, whilst ours are endangered. As I say; we're down to a family of about 6 deer in the valley now. If that. There are more on the big landed estates, where stocks are deliberately kept up for the purposes of hunting, but they're quite a rarity in most of England.

And of course, many country estates (especially in Scotland) were not occupied by their owners for most of the year. The gentry would turn up to shoot and fish for sport maybe two or three weeks in a whole year. So those who lived nearby saw it as their right to hunt and kill animals they were not legally entitled to.

I was reading Danny The Champion of the World by Roald Dahl to my kids not too long ago. I loved it as a kid and wanted to share it with them. As I was reading it to them, it really struck me how it embraced breaking the law and fostered a good hatred towards rich people and authority figures. It's a nice story about a boy and his Dad and their poaching adventures, but I had a hard time putting the values it was teaching into context for my kids.

That you know of.

I adored Danny the Champion of the World. Used to make me think of me and my dad off in the park at night spotting owls and bats. And dad coming home with an occasional rabbit for the pot, or Puffball mushrooms from Overdale.