I really like the poem JT.
One of your best.
It does however send a different message that I can't go along with.
When my late husband died we had celebrated 40 years of marriage.
He was an avid hunter even when he became disabled.
The first deer season after his accident
was the first year he had not hunted since I marriage began. (7 months after)
The following year he planned to go hunting no matter what.
His brothers took him and they together prepared a place to hunt.
One no doubt easy for him to get to.
That year he did not shoot a deer.
Finally, the year 2002, he did shoot a deer and it was a trophy.
It was the last deer he killed.
It took over one year for the deer to be mounted.
We went to pick the deer up in early December 2003.
It hung on the wall for nine months or so when he became sick.
(Still hanging there to this day.)
He was proud of the deer and we ate every single bit.
As a matter of fact,
the deer was gone by the time we went to pick up its trophy a year later.
Hubby never wasted wild game.
Personally, I cannot make myself eat deer meat again.
Brings back too many memories of him not being here.
We would sit for about two hours while he cut the meat
and I placed it in plastic wrap;
then double wrapped it in freezer paper.
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