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Show Deer Hunt 4 says to deer you starve before you change from what you are. And as I ate my lunch at home, I'd sit on the chrome and plastic dinette set and look across the tuna sandwich and oil cloth. I looked toward the east, and at the very base of the hill I could see the dead and dying deer lying in a bed of hay. The deer, we knew, still wandered low, especially around the dump; the snow line, after all, hung just above, pristine white, and we were right, more right than we had ever dreamed; everywhere we saw the deer! "Wow!" "Wouldya look!" With an alien eye. I knew deer, deer with startled head that swiftly vanished from my puny human powers, but never, never, had I seen a deer alive that slowly turned to gaze-no, not gaze, for "gaze" suggests intensity, intent, and purpose-turned, at most, to look at us, if even "look" is not too strong. The rock slide stritching up the south flank, ugly and jumble-clump rocks, jagged and deadly-deer carcasses, three, lay sprawled with flurry of magpies eating the carrion flesh. But at the top, one alive. "Let's go look," said Dog. "Yeah!" But I wondered, wandering through the dust, something's wrong; I looked down to see my feet firmly on the earth, covered gently with earth, but seeming stable. The deer still looked as we crept or crawled carefully up the side of the slide. We didn't want to scare the deer, but nothing, I think, would have frightened the dumbness out of whioh she stared. A magpie glanced at us, glanced an ugly eye, and flew off casually to grab another chunk of putrid flesh. A blue racer lizard quick slid upon a chunk of shale, and stared, and |
