#Deer Hunting

[vintagecamping]

A group of longtime friends play poker while waiting for deer hunting season to officially open.

Leakey, Texas

1972

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Storyboarding assignment.

In which a hound is torn between his loyalty to the hunter and his pity for the fawn.

[zanderism]

cold shoulder | ravenswood, wv

[jjantlers]

Beautiful Real 9.5” Wolf Skull

Cleaned and Whitened

Crack Canines with Minor Flaws

$200

[axeandantler]

[henrysglock]

I want to see the deer you shot

She’s a real beauty!

My shot was good, so she didn’t run far and it wasn’t too messy. Always a perk!

@agent-of-imagined-chaos a tag for you too, since you said you wanted to see her :3

[7021jeff]

[sportsandlaughs]

[ahedderick]

Venison

Whooo, half an hour to clean the kitchen (before butchery! And will need to do it again after!) and gather all the bowls, knives, ziplock bags, etc. Two hours of basic de-boning, trimming off the fat and thicker membranes, then removing the muscle from the leg bones. I have three legs deboned and the meat stored in the fridge; now I need a BREAK. Once I get it all prepped, then tomorrow morning I can start chopping (much, but not all, of it) and can or freeze. Two rump roasts and all the loin are already portioned out and in the freezer. Progress.

Thank you, 80s pop playlist. Thank you Culture Club, Cyndi, Ms. Lennox, Mr. Joel. We're gonna make it through this, I swear.

(One day I would really love to butcher a wild hog. They are very rare around here, though; you'd have to work hard to hunt one.)

[zanderism]

ravenswood, wv

[axeandantler]

Northern Maine

[uwlmvac]

Deer hunting is nothing new! Deer have long been a staple resource for Indigenous peoples living in the Upper Midwest, providing not only food but also hides, sinews, and bones and antler used for making a variety of tools. Deer bones and antler pieces are common at archaeological sites in the region, and many are fragmented and show cut marks from processing. Others have wear, polish, or other indications of modification and use as tools. It's rare, however, to see actual depictions of deer hunting long ago. These rock art panels at Tainter cave in southwestern Wisconsin show deer, like the running does on the left, as well as bow hunters like the one on the right.  These figures were in the “dark zone” of the cave, out of the reach of daylight.

Information on Tainter Cave can be found at: https://www.uwlax.edu/mvac/past-cultures/specific-sites/site-snippets/?letter=t&term=127523

[maybe-im-dark]

Night lessons

After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine, Logan decides to bond with his daughter and teach her in the ways of hunting

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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest. The trees stood tall, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and earth. Logan moved silently through the underbrush, every step careful, deliberate, barely making a sound. Behind him, Laura mirrored his movements, her small frame blending into the darkness, but Logan could still sense her hesitations, the way she paused with each snap of a twig, each rustle of the leaves.

They had been out here for hours, tracking the deer Logan had caught wind of earlier, and though Laura was doing well, he could tell she was holding back—trying too hard to be cautious, too afraid of losing control. He slowed his pace, letting her catch up, and when she stood beside him, her brown eyes shining in the moonlight, he gestured for her to stop.

“Why’d you hesitate back there?” Logan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Laura glanced at him, frowning. “I didn’t want to scare it away. You said we need to be quiet.”

Logan nodded, crouching down and motioning for her to do the same. “Yeah, but you’re thinking too much. You’re trying to control every little thing. That’s not how it works, kid.”

Laura looked confused, tilting her head. “Then how do I do it?”

Logan let out a quiet sigh, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You gotta feel it. Let go of everything else and just listen to your instincts. They’ll guide you better than any lesson I could ever teach you.”

She stared at him, and for a moment, Logan saw himself in those eyes—the uncertainty, the fear of what lay beneath the surface. It was the same struggle he’d faced for so many years, the constant battle between man and beast. But he had learned something in all that time: sometimes, you had to embrace the beast to find your way forward.

“Close your eyes,” Logan instructed. “Just trust me.”

Laura hesitated, but she nodded and shut her eyes, her body tense as she waited for him to continue.

“Now breathe. Focus on the sounds around you, the smells. Let it all wash over you.”

Laura took a deep breath, and Logan watched as her shoulders relaxed, her senses sharpening. He could see it—the way her nostrils flared, catching the scent of the deer they’d been tracking, the way her ears twitched, picking up the soft rustling of leaves far ahead of them.

“There you go,” Logan murmured, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. “You’re getting it.”

“But… how do I know where it is?” Laura asked, her eyes still closed.

“You’ll feel it,” Logan replied. “Your instincts will tell you when you’re close, when it’s time to move. Trust them.”

Laura’s brow furrowed, but she nodded, her breathing steady. They sat there for a few more moments, and then, without warning, she stood, her eyes snapping open. Logan watched as she moved forward, silent and fluid, every step taken with purpose. Her head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, and she adjusted her path, zeroing in on the scent of their prey.

Logan followed behind, letting her lead, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She moved like a shadow, like a predator who had finally found its place in the darkness. And when they reached the clearing, there it was—a young deer, grazing by the edge of a small stream, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond the treeline.

Laura crouched low, her muscles coiled, ready to strike, but she hesitated, glancing back at Logan for reassurance. He met her gaze and gave a small nod.

“Remember,” he whispered. “Feel it.”

She took another breath, eyes locked on the deer, and in that moment, Logan saw the shift—the way her posture changed, the way her fingers curled, claws unsheathing with a soft snikt. It was a transformation he knew all too well, one that spoke of hunger, of power, of the feral instinct that ran through both their veins.

Laura moved, swift and silent, and before the deer even realized it was being hunted, she was on it. One clean strike, and it was over. The deer collapsed, and Laura stood over it, chest heaving, her eyes wide, wild with adrenaline.

Logan stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did good, kid.”

Laura blinked up at him, the excitement still sparking in her eyes, but there was something else there, too—something softer. “I… I felt it, Logan. I felt everything.”

Logan nodded, his voice gruff but warm. “That’s ’cause you stopped thinking and let yourself be what you are.”

“An animal,” Laura murmured, almost to herself.

Logan squeezed her shoulder gently. “Yeah. And that’s not a bad thing. Not when you can control it. You did that tonight. You used it. You didn’t let it use you.”

Laura stared at the deer, then back up at Logan. “Will it always be like this?”

Logan’s expression softened, and he crouched down so he was eye-level with her. “It’s not always easy. But you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, and you’ve got yourself. And that’s enough.”

For a moment, Laura just stood there, taking in his words. Then, she nodded, her chin lifting with a newfound confidence. “Okay.”

Logan smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his face. “C’mon. Let’s take this back to the cabin. You earned it.”

As they made their way back through the forest, Logan watched Laura walk ahead, her steps lighter, more assured. She was learning, adapting, and for the first time, Logan felt hope—hope that she would find her own way, her own balance between the human and the animal.

Because in the end, they weren’t just predators. They were survivors.

[jjantlers]

Nice White Weasel Mount

Full Body on Driftwood

$175

[wctruitt]

Headed out to the blind for a little afternoon hunting

[floridagrowngirl]

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Tears are rolling…”Left my guns at the camp!”🤣😭