Slim Randles' Home Country
Why hunt deer? Go figure
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In our part of the country, fall means deer hunting. Many
of us will dress up like a pile of leaves, go out into very cold
weather and sit still until we freeze to death.
Why? Because we want to have some venison this winter for the
family. We'll figure out how much the venison costs us ... but only
at gunpoint. Because this is not the most fiscally sane thing we do
Sanity would send us to buy some really tender beef to
eat. Where's the glory in that? No, there are still a lot of us who
would rather go out and find the meat and bring it home. And we
spend a lot of money each year, and read lots of books and
magazines, and talk endlessly about techniques. It doesn't appear to
be a rational way to live, but when you apply science, history,
anthropology and Darwinian theory, it still doesn't make any sense,
but at least now you sound more educated talking about it.
Doc's awfully good at that. When the subject came up the other
day at the morning meeting of the world dilemma think tank (held
daily at the Mule Barn truck stop since the Hoover administration),
Doc said there was actually a very clear scientific reason for it.
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"In cave days," he said, "only the best hunters lived to sire
children. The others ate weeds and died a sorry death. So we come
from a solid line of successful hunters. We've been running around
clubbing things to death for about 2 million years that we know of,
and we only started agriculture about 12,000 years ago. So if you
divide this and carry the one ... well, another way to look at it is
... if man emerged from the trees a year ago, he was nothing but a
hunter until 18 hours ago."
"Makes sense," said Dud, "think I'll buy some of that Autumn
Fandango camo this year."
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