Posted by Moore on April 19, 2004 at 14:16:07:
In Reply to: The Hunt Part 1 posted by Moore on April 18, 2004 at 12:13:28:
I dropped off the meat at the Hunt camp's butcher area. By the time the feast was over, my "doe" would have been butchered into various cuts and fillets.
Bambi and I walked over to the feast. She kept her eyes downcast and looked only at the ground like a well trained slave. I slowed and put my hand on her arm.
"Bambi," I said softly.
"Yes, my Master?" she replied automatically. A slow blush crept up her face when she realized her error.
"Matt. My name is Matt," I told her. She looked up and kissed me hungrily, desperately, and reminded me why I was helping her, all before I changed my mind.
We walked over to the group of hunters sitting around picnic tables. One of the does was on the spit already, and browning nicely. The smell of the flesh cooking was mouth watering. I sat Bambi down near the rest of the hunters to avoid suspicion. No one seemed to recognize her, or notice the absence of Miss ex-black tank top.
The hunters told stories of their kills over the luncheon feast. None of the doe's harvests were particularly interesting. Bambi and I told the group our stupid doe tried to double back, but stopped in the middle of a clearing for an easy kill, which was close enough to the truth.
The food, of course, was the main part of the feast. The flank steak I had was covered with a delicious, tangy barbecue sauce. The main dish was surrounded by wild rice, and sweet fresh corn with lots of butter. Bambi, perhaps still having problems with her stomach, only ate the vegetables, and handfuls of green olives.
Pleasant conversation, tasty food, and a beautiful, attentive woman made for a delightful afternoon.
All too soon it came to an end. I got the ice chest out of the bed of my truck, and the Hunt' staff put the meat in, along with some dry ice to keep the meat cool.
Bambi had no trouble identifying her new car, a black Porsche with ridiculous pink dice and a "Born to Kill and Eat YOU!" bumper sticker on it.
She hugged me fiercely when it was time to leave. "Can I come with you?" she begged.
I thought "Why should I get involved?" right up until she said "I will let you hunt me in private, anytime you want, and if I don't do a good job, you can kill me and eat me."
So I brought her home.
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So now, my dear grandchildren, you know at last the real story of how your grandmother and I met, and why up until her death last winter, we always took a week to go hunting together every summer. After she became pregnant with your father, any real possibility I would ever hurt her ended, but we still enjoyed playing cat and mouse in the woods.