Back in my school days at Kellond, we had the whole week off at Thanksgiving. I thought it was for deer hunting, and it was but not so much for the hunters, but for the kids. Many of the students walked through the woods to get to school, it was a safety issue.
Every year as far back as I can remember, my dad went deer hunting. He went by himself and always came home without a deer.
Every year I felt so sorry for my dad.
His friends always had tales of 'how I got my deer.'
He would tell my mom and me that he just never saw one.
This was puzzling to me because we lived in the middle of the woods, and there were deer everywhere, all the time. I just 'figgured' the deer in our neck of the woods were of the smart variety and hid during hunting season.
It wasn't until years later that I understood why my dad never got a deer.
He didn't want to get a deer.
He enjoyed being out in the woods, listening to the sounds of nature and breathing the fresh air, away from his office.
But, he never intended on shooting anything.
Just one of the reasons I loved my dad so much.
With all that being said, I have to admit I got a deer one year.
I got it with a little red Mitsubishi. It wasn't even MY little red Mitsubishi. I thought the whole underneath of that car had been torn off. But, it wasn't the car I was worried about.
The only thing that made me feel better about the situation was that the deer was already dead when I hit it.
I had just gone through the toll gate at McAlester, heading south, and was doing about 65 mph. There was an RV in front of me. The deer came out of nowhere and ran smack-dab into the side of the RV, flew into the air, and came down right in front of me.
I was reminded of all that the other day when I saw this . . .
Are you familiar with Bev Doolittle ?
The photo above reminds me of her work.
Do you see what I see in that photo ?
A beautiful animal that . . .
His name is Forrest.
Run, Forrest, Run !