My neighbor wants me to kill a deer

I just looked up when deer season begins because I wanted this post to be timely. You know what’s going to happen now, right? Any advertisements that pop up on my Facebook page or other websites I visit are going to be about hunting, camouflage, or deer jerky! Oh, great. Maybe I’ll do a quick search for vegan mayonnaise, that’ll fix it!

Anyway, I have a neighbor a few houses down that loves to hunt. He’s schooled me on when to go, where to go, what to wear, and he’s very kind to offer me a spot next to him in the deer stand when he goes hunting. Once he even showed me what a successful trip looks like. In his backyard, a tarp was hanging from tree limbs, constructed to block the view of a deceased deer hanging by his hind legs because… I guess that’s what you do after you’ve killed a deer?

So the first time he asked me to go hunting with him, I struggled to come up with a way to say no (because I have a hard time saying no to almost everything). But in the subsequent times he’s asked, and it’s an ongoing thing, I’ve found it’s easier to decline by saying something like, “I don’t eat meat,” or “There’s no way I could kill a deer,” which are both true.

His response, “Don’t eat for three days.”

He explained that if I skip eating for the three days leading up to this hunting trip, I’d be more willing to kill because I’d be so hungry. Maybe that’s true. I can imagine that anyone who thinks they’re about to starve to death would be willing to do things they wouldn’t normally do. The plot of Alive* is now floating through my mind. Uhhh, gross!

But here’s a glimpse into my personality…

We were on a family road trip and I was sitting in the back of the van. I must’ve been 11 or 12. All of the sudden a bird slammed into the windshield and I started bawling.

A few years ago, a friend of mine lived with me as he searched for a home to buy. During this time, whenever my dogs dug up a mole, my friend was the Undertaker. I just couldn’t exterminate the moles myself.

A few weeks ago a small spider inside my car descended directly in front of me as I was driving. I was able to get him to land on the steering column where I slapped down, trying to squash him. He looked dead and I immediately felt terrible about it. I wondered why I thought he should die?

I reference those stories to show you how much of a weiner I can be when it comes to killing animals or even insects. I never want to, nor could I, kill something as beautiful and harmless as a deer. I feel bad when I kill things I don’t even like (spiders)! Well, snakes? I’m typically not as sad when one of those dies 🙂

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-Out of the Wilderness

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Christmas in the Snow

The highlight of this season is supposed to be family, being together, all that kind of stuff… but secretly, my favorite thing to do is take the dogs to the woods behind my sister’s house in Ohio. Piper (a beagle) hunts as if there’s no tomorrow. Asia (mixed) runs as if she stole something. It’s fun to watch. Here are a few pics…

Volume 6: Balancing Doggy Instinct With Class.


This morning, being as pleasant as it was in Nashville, I took my dog for a walk. Before we made it out of the yard, she discovered some evidence of a rabbit in our yard. Not only did the evidence make it clear a rabbit had been there recently, it was enough evidence to suggest something more was happening. I continued with the plan to take the beagle for a walk. She was exceptionally supportive when we began our way back to the house. Normally the return trip is when she slows down and sniffs each and every thing possible. But this time, she was leading me the entire way back. She had the evidence fresh on her mind… and in her sensitive nostrils. For the sake of what might be found, I put Piper in her cage and ventured back outside to investigate. Our suspicions were confirmed when at least 3 pink newborn rabbits were deep down in a hole, covered in stray rabbit fur and loose grass. They were so young- no hair on their bodies yet, and unopened eyes. So how do I encourage the beagle to go with her instinct, yet at the same time clue her in that aggressively hunting newborn rabbits is just plain unclassy. Does she care about showing class? Should I teach the momma bunny a lesson? How do I keep a hunter from hunting and allow babies to become adults? Any ideas are welcome!

Volume 1: Sharing A House With Dog.

Volume 2: Sharing A Car With Dog.

Volume 3: Sharing A Yard With Dog.

Volume 4: Sharing Problems with Dog.

Volume 5: Teaching Dog To Respond Favorably.

Volume 6: Balancing Doggy Instinct With Class.