Granddaughters reading ‘Bambi’ don’t need to know about hunting deer
By Tom Jensen – Special to The Gazette
This article is dedicated to my dear granddaughters, Nila and Avery, who don’t know I hunt deer.
If you are an oddball aficionado or went to Pacelli High School in Stevens Point during the ’60s and were forced to take Latin you would know that the annual Odocoileus virginianus gun hunting season, or jele’n gun hunting season if you speak Polish, is held every year in Wisconsin for nine days, give or take a couple days depending on if you poach.
Otherwise, if not bi-lingual and poaching aside, the massacre is also known by most locals as the whitetail deer gun hunt or more affectionately the dear deer harvest if you do yoga, are a hippie or belong to the Humane Society.
Anyways, the good news is the O.V., or whitetail deer, is the most widely distributed, disturbed, worshiped, hunted and misunderstood, stuffed and eaten wild ungulate in the Americas which up until the most recent presidential election includes all of Marathon, Waushara, Wood, Waupaca and Portage counties and some of the town of New Hope.
Now I’m not so sure. There are many reasons to hunt ’em. One is if you shoot and kill a big buck, you can get it stuffed and hang it on your living room wall if you are single or if you want to be.