Forgive Me

Wednesday afternoon around 5 p.m., I pulled in the driveway and spied this:



We haven't seen very many nice bucks this year. I rolled down the car window and took a couple of pictures.



Alas, I showed them to my husband. It is hunting season. Today is the first day of rifle season but yesterday hunting with a muzzle loader was legal.

My husband lay in wait for this animal yesterday, and now the spirit of the majestic deer seeks fodder in the heavens.

I feel quite guilty because the deer is dead, even though I did not shoot it. I had a role in his demise simply because I saw him.

I am hoping the great spirit will forgive me. I hate that I played a part in this.

I honor the deer that gave his life so that we may eat. The meat will not go wasted.

I will spare you the obligatory and gory "mighty hunter with dead deer" photos. It is far better to remember the animal in his glory, free and alive and prancing through the field.