Spitting Image

"i've always been interested in that fatal point in the hunter's story that everything else leads up to, that part just before they make the killshot when they inevitably say, "... and then this beautiful magnificent buck was standing right there in front of me." - for the longest time that's confused me.

i remember, ten years old with my best friend scott in a cabin in coeur d'alane with his uncle and the uncle's friend for a night of spotlight hunting. all together we sat up on the balcony in sleeping bags, a saltblock and sweet grain placed in the field below. the men had rifles, scott the light, and my job was to hold the wires against the car battery. the idea being to freeze the deer just long enough to get off some clear shots.

right there, and it's beautiful.

i wonder how much all of us hunt: to want, to desire, to take and
control. consume.

what do we mean when we say that something is beautiful." --James Luckett

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