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Show Deer Hunt 9 knife into the bloated belly. We all jumped back. Did I jump because Dog jumped? Did we jump because we expected to be baptized in a gush of blood, or did we expect the carcass to exude a vile odor of putrid death? But as the knife slid out, issued from that wound a hissed long and whispered sigh. Then, as if some ceremony had begun, the initial hesitance over, Harry clutched a stick lying near his shoes, a stick of broom-handle size. He probed beneath the tail of the doe, then with a yell "Hey!" he pushed. What I felt! I don't know! A tingling excitement. But I didn't know-something strange and awful and wonderful. Something! As he pushed and pushed and pushed. "Oh! oh! oh!" And we laughed and laughed and laughed. Then Dog shoved his knife in the belly and ripped a long gash across, through which the purplish, bluish guts oozed. "Yuck!" My breath hissed out, and my throat tightened. "Hey look!" yelled Dog. "There's a buck!" I jumped over the doe, and Dog did and Harry dropped his stick and we leapt and ran up to the big old buck lying on its side. It could have been asleep except two legs stuck stupidly up in the air, and as I approached I noticed its eye open. Dog landed on the deer as if it were some vicious enemy brought to bay. "Ya! Ya! Hey!" He jabbed over and over, his knife making little "plip" "plip" sounds as it punctured the stiff hide. Then he reached down before we could see exactly what he did, cut a chunk of penis off and threw it up at Harry. We laughed and laughed. Then, "Hey," he said in hushed and curious tone, "haven't you ever wanted to see what yer balls are made of?" "Yeah! Hey yeah!" And so like a surgeon, with his Boy Scout knife Dog ever so carefully |