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41 minutes ago, Sedalia Dave said:


This cartoon reminded me of this story, which I saved to the hard drive long ago.


Cling to Guns (and Pass the Deer Nachos)
By Humberto Fontova

Fall’s here, and many a (young and not so young) man’s fancy now turns to grabbing that gun he “clings to” while snarling bitterly against “people unlike himself” and hitting the woods. Fall also brings reports of an epidemic of deer-car collisions. Few of these issue from Louisiana, or Dixie in general, precisely that’s where people are most prone to “cling to guns.”

An incident a few years back helps explains why so few deer “infestations” bedevil us in Dixie. The Louisiana Department of Wildlife put a plastic deer with luminous eyes beside a well-traveled bayou highway, planning to stake the place out that night and maybe nab some night-hunting poachers.

When they came back a little later for the actual stakeout, that deer was already – remember Bonnie and Clyde at the end of the movie? Remember Sonny Corleone when they trapped him in that toll booth? Well, they got off easy compared to this deer. Plastic deer confetti is what the agents found. The thing had been blasted to smithereens by every caliber bullet and conceivable projectile. We take our cuisine seriously down here.

So the game agents came back with another plastic deer, put it out, and stayed this time. The agents reported that about half the vehicles –everything from pickups to limousines – stopped and had a go at the deer with armaments ranging from standard rifles to shotguns to pistols to crossbows. One guy charged it with a pocketknife, cheered on by his wife. Another guy was observed belly-crawling toward the deer, clenching a tireiryon! The game agents said they almost needed respirators on this fascinating assignment. Their midriffs ached for days. Even the “Mamma Grizzlies” (and their daughters) get into hunting down here. Indeed, females make better deer hunters than males. Trust me here. I’ve witnessed it time and again. They’re more patient than males, pay more attention to detail, and – seriously, according to medical studies – spot contrast and movement better than men.

I decided to cash in on this. My chum Artie Boudreaux made me a custom deerstand that accommodates both me and my daughter Monica. We were in it the dawn after Halloween last year with the horizon already pink. Daylight seeped slowly into the creek bottom and the squirrels and birds came alive. It was nice – cool, but not cold. No bugs.

Monica was still, alert, and vigilant. Wish I could claim the same. By 8:00 I was drowsing. “Wake me if you see something, honey.” – Then I dozed off –and dreamed –– “This is Keith Olberman reporting from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. President Obama declared a state of emergency in the Bayou State, where PETA was staging a demonstration against a local deer hunt. PETA’s activists followed the hunters into the woods and employed bullhorns to broadcast the teachings of Mohandas Gandhi.

“This serves to enlighten the hunters in the ways of vegetarianism and non-violence,” explained PETA spokesperson Paul McCartney, “and to frighten off, and thus save, the poor defenseless deer.” With his right eye swollen shut and 21 stitches in his mouth, the ex-Beatle’s appearance horrified hisftans in the press.

“These blokes certainly take hunting seriously,” Paul sputtered painfully into a spittle-flecked microphone held by a snuffling Katie Couric. “Nothing like this happened in New Jersey. Remember, friends, All You NeedIs Love!”


“We came in the spirit of Gandhi!” blubbered PETA board member Bill Maher,who nursed a grapefruit-sized ear and several facial welts, “and were met by that of George Patton!” Mr. Maher then collapsed in sobs into the arms of his friend Alec Baldwin, who tottered at his side on crutches.

“Get up – up!” K.D. Lang and chum Rachel Maddow yelled while yanking Maher up by the collar and seizing Alec roughly by the shoulders. “You’re lucky we ran those yahoos off! They’d a killed ya – ya wussies!”

“Meanwhile, at a local tavern, PETA activists Joaquin Phoenix and WoodyHarrelson attempted to disrupt a cockfight (this barbarity remains legal in this peculiar state of Louisiana) by stepping into the ring itself. “The roosters immediately pounced on us!” stammered a still shaken Woody. “And I don’t even eat chicken! And their owners incited them with bloodcurdling whoops and cheers!”


“Joaquin and Woody’s flailing arms and wild screams were scant protection against the birds’ sharp spurs and vicious beaks. Observers report that rather than attempting to help the frantic and terrified victims, the few beer-crazed spectators who hadn’t collapsed in hysterics quickly set several more roosters on the hapless celebrities, whose screams “sounded like Lady Gaga sitting on a sea urchin,” according to one howling and badly convulsed bar patron”

–Then I felt something tugging at my shirt – huh? – what? – I awoke. “Dad! Dad!” a wide-eyed Monica hissed, pointing toward the left at a patch of briars – Then I saw the tail flick. GEEZUZ! A DEER! Monica ducked and covered her ears. He was probably eighty yards away, but obscured by too much brush. The head came up and I saw little sprouts of antlers. Great, he’ll be good and tender. I was breathing in gasps. He took another step and his shoulder cleared the tree. BLAM!

“Yay!” squealed Monica while high-fiving her still-shaking Dad. “Deer nachos tonight!”

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