Aquene and the CottonTail

O’ Tay, I’m in a really good mood this evening. As I write this, I can’t help but gaze out the window pane at the myriad of colours cascading off the brittle limbs of the oak tree in my cartilage. The grandeur of nature beckons me, like the innocuous whitetail deer that stood within lunging distance of me the other day at my mother’s house. She stood amongst parched fescue with ears erect, only halting her gaze on me, to munch on grasses. I observed her shadow cast a silhouette against the Eastern Cottontail Rabbit playfully pouncing across the seckel sunset dabbled meadow.

Sitting on a hilltop, I watched the doe observe me and glint at the ever-approaching rabbit. The rabbit, only stopping to view the deer and me, faded behind the grasses. Only its beady – swallowing black eyes could be seen though the filaments of fescue and alfalfa.

The deer rose from her grazing stance, because of the crepitation coming from the woods. She glanced at me with her ears twitching back and forth, I reverberated a lull sense of safety. She, with a dark golden winter coat, cautiously returned to browsing and sniffing the ground at her hooves.

Suddenly, the rabbit in the lower part of the pasture leaped through the air to the shelter of the woodlands a few feet away. But, it crouched just at the edge of the forest, ever vigilant of its surroundings.

A few moments later, the smell of dung drifted across my nose and the crunching of footsteps lightly patting across the grasslands. Quietly, I turned around to discover a family member kneeled about three feet diagonally behind me. He was fully adorned in camouflage regalia, and holding a Benelli R1 rifle. He leaned over, and whispered, “Shhhhhh”.

I, knowing the ending fate of this doe I now call Aquene, glared and squinted at her as if to warn the poor animal. Nevertheless, just as she rose to turn, a blasting crack resonated across the valley, as a light thump surd through the grasses and her glorious shadow melted into a bleak November night.

The rabbit sprang out of the woods, bounced up the hill, looked down at the lifeless Aquene, glowered at me for what seemed like an eternity, and sprang into the darkness. The man, with smoke still emitting from the moonlit muzzle of his rifle, leapt to his feat, screamed a tribal beat of victory, and called for an ATV to pick up him and the Queen of the spruce pine trees.

‘Nough Said!

Wild RabbitSouth Carolina White Tailed Deer

6 thoughts on “Aquene and the CottonTail

  1. Maaaan. Do you have to eat dictionaries to get a vocab like that?

    I’d have pricked him in the bum with me pen and put his shot off balance. It’s such an unfair match, a high powered rifle against four legs. I wonder if he has the fortitude to chase a deer in bare feet with a spear or bow and arrow – I suspect not! (I hate hunting for pleasure)

  2. LOl… Nah, I’m a Davis! We pop out with a dictionary in one paw and a bottle of moonshine in the other. :) Seriously, I read a lot! There is always a meaning behind everything I write, and sometimes it is not obvious. I’m very sneaky like that. :) Verbally, I talk like a country boy and stutter like that pig on the Looney Tunes. Da…da…dat’s all folks…

    To be fair, the relative does use a crossbow and arrow occasionally, and I am guilty of eating venison. So, who am I to talk about him? If you eat it, you might as well have been the one to kill it. I’ve never killed a deer, but I have shot a rabbit or two in my day, not that I’m happy about it or anything, just being honest. :)

  3. Yeh Okay, alright . . . . I’m a complete hypocrite. I love a rare steak but couldn’t shoot a steer to save my life. I like it all sanitized and vacu packed. As long as he eats it! Come over to my place. I have zillions of the little feral furballs. (and you don’t stutter you silly billy!)

  4. Does he take it to the butcher after killing it or does he do all the cutting up and making little neat steaks himself? I think I could kill an animal if it were going to have to be my food, but I don’t know if I could skin, cut it up and stuff like that.
    I think as far as hunting goes all I have ever done was fishing from my uncles boat. And eating it after, grilled with salad on the side, yummm.
    I’d be a vegetarian today if I didn’t like lamb, beef and chicken dishes too much… I grew up in Turkey, first child of a very young couple, just starting out in life so it’s not like we had indulged ourselves in steak dinners what not, but rather vegetable dishes Mediterranean (that word always takes me at least 30 seconds to type) style.
    Lovely photos, always JD :)

  5. Hi Gaye, thanks for the comment. :) He takes them to the butcher. I believe if a person is going to kill an animal, he or she should have to clean it and the rest of the nasty bit. I stick to the veggies mostly. When I do have meat dishes, it is usually fish or poultry. It’s strange in the states that a person can eat a cholesterol burger, heart attack fries, and slurry veined milkshakes cheaper than they can eat a salad. It’s whack! :) As far as salads go, I like young greens, tomatoes, onions, garlic, olives (bunches), bell pepper, and an absolutely ton of feta cheese!

    My sin of choice, besides beer, is tea! I can absolutely murder a cup of tea early in the morning. :) (Earl Grey or English Breakfast)

    I was an only child for ten years, and then my pops went on a spawning spree with multiple women and I ended up with five sisters. :)

    Do you speak Turkish? I’ve never dabbled in the Turkic languages, but maybe one day. I speak English (obviously), Spanish, and wee bit of French. :)

  6. *Giggle* One must butcher and dispose of that which one has killed. Ok that sounded like a line from a horror movie, I meant in the context of hunting and consuming. So I agree with you, if a person kills an animal, they should deal with the rest of it till it ends up on a plate.
    I love greens, tomatoes, onions, garlic, olives as well. And feta cheese.. Mmmmmmm. Mediterranean diet includes all this. I love it!
    Tea…. You’d think I’d drink coffee, tea, and even smoke, being a Turkish-born person. I am neither of these. Tea, on the other hand goes nicely in the morning for breakfast!
    Turkish is my native language so yes I do speak it JD, but having said that, the last 7 years or so I am more comfortable expressing myself in English. Translating is another story though, I do it both ways.
    I am impressed, you speak Spanish and French. Besides English and Turkish I am learning Russian and I speak some German. I was fluent in Norwegian but no more… I suppose if I go back one day it will come back to me quick.
    Went back and read your big post, from last year; very brave and honest. I’d disagree with anyone who’d call you a “survivor” I think you are a fighter and now you are thriving. That is just wonderful!
    I hope you are doing much better, feeling better. Take care of yourself and make sure to get quality sleep and lots of fluids (nope, I don’t mean beer and fizzy drinks, I mean water really!).
    PS: Love the photos, keep’em coming.

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