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November 21, 2006
Day Twenty-One - A Fancypants Dead Deer
Spotted this morning at the fancypants intersection of Lindbergh and Ladue Road in the most fancypants part of St. Louis:
Pretty much self-explanatory, don't you think? Actually, it's not. You know I want to know why someone's hauling a dead deer around the toniest part of town. I'm guessing the driver didn't pick this bad boy up at a pre-Thanksgiving sale/tea up the street at Neiman-Marcus.
Oddly, this isn't the first dead deer hoof I've faced this week. Yesterday, PKB and I were partaking in one of our favorite hobbies - running amok in an antiques mall. Her find of the day: a taxidermied dead deer hoof that had been fashioned into an ink well, which I'm sort of regretting not buying.
I think the dead deer are trying to send me a me a message. Any ideas on what it may be, because I'm clueless on this one.
Posted by Robin at November 21, 2006 09:48 PM
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Those deer are saying, "Hey, it's St. Louis. You can't escape hoosier."
Posted by: Rachel at November 21, 2006 10:20 PM
I live less than 2 miles from a check station, which I drive by every early morning, so I see many, many dead animals every single day during hunting season. I'm not anti-hunting, but I am anit-dead-deer first thing in the morning.
Posted by: Melissa at November 22, 2006 12:03 AM
Rachel, I had damn near the same thought when I first noticed the dead deer, right in front of Plaza Frontenac.
Melissa, we found the deer foot inkwell at Artichoke Annie's, on I-70 between Columbia and Kingdom City. In case you'd like to start your day with a dead deer part in your house, it was still available as of Monday afternoon.
Posted by: Robin at November 22, 2006 12:20 AM
Well, gee, Robin. If I had known you were taking pictures, I would have leaned my head out the window and smiled.
I encountered dead deer remains on a photoshoot once. Hooves and legs only, discarded down by a creek. And a black plastic garbage bag which likely held something even more gruesome and horrible than I can imagine. Maybe a monster!
Very unsettling.
Posted by: Summer at November 22, 2006 07:02 AM
It was a totally normal occasion in my house to come home and find my parents butchering a deer. Gutted, dead deer hanging from our apple trees (so they could bleed out), the dog slavering with hope of getting the biggest bone he's ever gotten, and lots of blood and...parts.
I like the end result, with sauteed mushrooms and mashed potatoes, but can't handle the processing.
Posted by: allison at November 22, 2006 07:11 AM
...you can take the boy out of the trailer...
Posted by: pharmgirl at November 22, 2006 01:18 PM
Ah, I was a hunter's girlfriend for a couple years -- I don't know how many times I held the plastic bags and tried to keep from getting sick. I have a hard enough time with raw meat in a grocery store package -- raw meat in a natural fur package just about did me in.
I always thought there was some unwritten cultural rule about now wantin' it to be completely obvious that there's a dead critter in the truck though...
Posted by: Debbie at November 22, 2006 01:34 PM
Oh my this made me laugh. And friend, I am trapped in Cleveland with two 89-year-old smokers and a poodle puppy. And my toddler. And my husband. And no Internet (I am at the library "working").
I needed this! Gobble gobble!
Posted by: Mrs. Chicken at November 22, 2006 03:27 PM
