The buck in the photo above is dead, shot by a young hunter who was, of course, ecstatic. Shortly after the kill, however, things went sour. A neighboring landowner felt robbed because “his” deer—which spent much of its life on that property—was now going on someone else’s wall. People started questioned the kill: Was it legit? Did a parent shoot it instead of the kid? Where exactly was the buck standing when it tipped over?
Deer season is less than a month old in my region, and already things are turning ugly. Which is nothing new of course; virtually anyone who has shot a giant whitetail will tell you that the carcass is barely cold before the rumor mill starts churning. The green monster of envy is alive and well in every other human endeavor, why not deer hunting?
But there’s a new thread running through the whitetail world lately; that is, blaming big bucks for all the rotten behavior—as in “if we didn’t have all these monster deer running around, you wouldn’t have all this trouble.”