CSotD: Burgertime
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You'd think that Jef Mallett, noted endurance athlete, overall health freak and occasional wearer of Spandex, would join in the cartoonists' chorus of routinely decrying hunting.
But he's a native Michigander and a bluecollar guy at heart and I suspect he grew up with an understanding of where it all fits into local lifestyles and economics, and today's Frazz is a very funny confluence of country and city life.
When I was living in Maine, I had a near-collision with a moose on the way to cover a school board meeting (and how that moose planned to cover a school board meeting, I'll never know). After the meeting, we were talking about the general topic and the assistant superintendent, a 40-ish very stylish woman, told a story of having a deer hit her car one night while she was driving home from a late meeting — he bolted out of the woods and smacked into the side of it, breaking his neck.
In Maine, you can get a tag from a State Trooper after such an event, in order to salvage something of value from the accident, and, given that she and her husband were farmers, she got such a tag and then persuaded the trooper to help her load the carcass into the trunk of her car — she being in a dress, nylons, heels and suchlike.
"You took it home and ate it?" someone laughed, to which the flawlessly-coifed assistant superintendent replied, "Damn right I did. You should have seen what it did to the side of my car!"
You must realize, however, that there is a significant qualitative difference between a deer cleanly killed by a broken neck and one that has been smushed between two large metal vehicles. Today's Frazz is sort of like the ending of "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre," only with venison instead of gold dust.
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