As promised, here’s a second excerpt from I. Lewis (“Scooter”) Libby’s epic love story, The Apprentice. The sex of the deer is never specified, but it is certainly a doe. There’s nothing queer about old Scooter:
Coming slowly through the trees at the far side of the clearing below were two more hunters. They bore spears and heavy packs and they followed the snow trail of the deer and called to it like some lost friend.
The deer turned its head as far as it could to either side as if it could not get a clear view of the creatures approaching from behind. Then it shook and tried to leap again. When it lay still once more, its face, tilted upward by the snow, seemed to beseech the sky.
The hunters did not change their pace. As they drew near, two of them set down their packs and began to search inside them. The third plodded on until his snowshoes almost touched the animal. He stood talking to it in tones too soft for the apprentice to decipher. At length he walked around to the deer’s head and, reaching into his pants, struggled for a moment and then pulled out his penis. He began to piss in the snow just in front of the deer’s nostrils…
One of the hunters, looking up from his pack, shouted at the man not to piss near the throat.
Still holding himself, the man plodded around to the back of the deer and squatted down close to the snow. The deer twisted its head to each side to see him and then bucked forward a few inches. When the deer lay still once again, the man pressed his free hand against its haunches. A soft steam rose around its sides.
The man called out to the others that the deer was warm. He asked if they should fuck the deer.
The other two men spoke to each other over their packs. One said something that the youth could not hear.
“It can’t kick when it’s dead,” the man by the deer called back to the other two.
All three men gathered at the head of the deer. Their backs hid its head from the apprentice’s view. One of the hunters now held a knife and he moved to the side and lay across the deer’s neck. The deer cried out for the first time in a low, guttural call. The rear of the animal shook violently.
When the man rose from the deer, the three men stepped slowly to the side and watched a red stain spread in the snow close to the deer’s head. Steam from its blood rose off the snow around its neck.
The men broke into an argument, the details of which the apprentice could not discern. The youth could see the death-glazed eyes of the deer.
The man who had pissed walked around behind the deer again.
The youth pushed himself back, watching the men. When he was well out of their line of sight, he stood and moved away.
(Note Libby’s subtle touch in this last paragraph. Seldom in literature has the gang-rape of a dead deer been treated with such economy of emotion. The youth’s revulsion, left so delicately unstated, is of course an echo of the author’s own.)
Some YouTube afficianado is apparently familiar with Scooter's predilections.
See this video at : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAAFQAYCiCI
Warning! It's entitled "Prison Bitch" and is not for the squeamish.
Posted by: Buck on March 17, 2007 8:29 AMNormally I don't think prison terms solve many of our problems, but I make an exception for control freak Republican pols who do time. It creates an knowledgeable and influential constituency for penal reform. Where a man stands depends on where he sits, particularly if it's a prison cell for a few years.
Posted by: Duff Orben on March 17, 2007 11:07 AMMany is the time, looking at my ruined shrubbery, that the words "Fuck Deer" crossed my lips. But they never crossed my mind. Maybe it's a Republican thing. Remember Dog-love Rick Santorum?
Posted by: Aaitch Jay on March 18, 2007 12:25 PMBack in the late Eisenhower era, for some reason that now escapes me, the Washington Daily News sent me to the zoo to interview the director. On the way out I asked him if anything interesting had been going on out there lately. Well, there was one thing, he said. The guards caught a guy screwing one of our llamas. Oh, yeah? I said. Do you get a lot of that? Which animals are the hotties? For some reason, he said, it's always the llamas.
Might be a tip for Scooter to follow up if he ever gets some free time.
Posted by: Jerry Doolittle on March 18, 2007 1:08 PM