The last time he went deer hunting was in November, 2011. He has not climbed
the mountain to hunt deer since.
Whenever hunting season came around, I would ask the same question:
“Are you going deer hunting again this year?”
This year he answered:
“I hate killing deer. I have killed my fill. I have had enough. I would stop hunting
deer if they wouldn’t be eaten. I don’t want to kill anymore.”
He showed me a single, wrinkled document which he received from a gun store.
The document claimed that radioactive material had been identified in deer
From that day forth, I would take photos of anything related to deer hunting in
his house. There were antlers, bones and other artifacts scattered throughout.
Over time I was able to take photos of everything, even those objects carelessly
placed in the recesses of his home.
Sometime after I began taking pictures, the three-legged deer for which he had
been caring, died.
The deer was like family to him. With that said he dug the deer a grave.
When I saw him on April 1, 2014 he had packed his hunting gun into a
cardboard box. He intended to return it to the gun shop.
I said to him:
“You are through with deer hunting, aren’t you?”