Wounded Deer and Awkward Situations

I’m using only the first names to protect the not-so-innocent.

Brad and Johnny were headed to their favorite duck hunting spot on the river when they caught movement on the side of the road. Brad slowed down and they saw a deer that had been hit by a vehicle. It’s back legs had been broken and who knows what else, but the deer was suffering and they decided the thing to do would be to put the deer out of misery. Somehow, though, the thought went that they needed a gun with more power than a shotgun, so they walked down to a little house not far from this deer. Brad knocked on the door and they waited. Pretty soon a man opened the door and his huge body filled the door frame as he looked at the two guys on his doorstep dressed in camo. His eyes rolled and darted and immediately Brad noticed the cats. Seemingly by the thousands. Still, he started to tell his story – “We just noticed a deer that’s been hit on the highway and were wanting to put it out of its misery. Do you have a gun we can borrow?”

The giant of a man didn’t say anything, but he just turned and motioned for them to follow. In a back room, he sat at a desk and eyeballed the two men. Brad remembers the eyes – they seemed to just roll out of control in the man’s skull. He reached in his desk and pulled out a shiny .44 revolver and laid it on the desk in front of him and began to run his finger across it. He looked up at the two men again. Brad, who had had a bad feeling from the start, was getting nervous. He leaned close to Johnny and out of the corner of his mouth he whispered, “We’ve got to get out of here. On the count of three, make a run for it.”

On three, Brad took off like his backside was on fire headed for the truck. He had nearly reached the truck when he starts looking around him. No Johnny. His heart sank. “Oh no. I’ve got to go back in there and get him,” he thought. So Brad walks back in the house and finds the scene in the back room completely unchanged. Johnny, who never heard Brad’s instruction and warning, is still staring at the floor, and the man is still sitting at the desk stroking the .44 revolver. Brad then nonchalantly tells them, “I just remembered I was parked on the road so I wanted to move my pickup.”

Finally, the man simply handed the revolver to the pair and they took care of the wounded buck. The entire situation was one they were glad to done with.