Oh Deer

Situ-ee:  Peeps chow down on their beef and pork while stuffed deer gamely eye diners from above.  A raised Hindu blasphemously consuming the product of a cow in a state where brisket is king and killing and mounting your shoot is oh so fun sport.  The universe is an odd beast.

And taxidermy,

what a concept. 

Welcome to Black's Barbeque, sittin in Lockhart, Texas and self-proclaimed the oldest BBQ house owned by the same family. Well, golly gee.

I have never shot and killed a live animal.  I've never come close to a dead animal for that matter.  (I mean one that was not on my plate...animalia skipping in nature as they should be before us barbarics came along).  So it fascinates me to see a whole sport and hobby around trophying once live animals as decorative items in the household or place of business. 

Truly, I can't judge.  I eat meat, savagely so and enjoy every bit of it.  To me, a carnivore, I have yet to grasp the holistic concept that what lies on the plate before me in curries or grilled or sauteed actually pranced gaily at one time before some bloke maimed it in order to pay his/her bills and feast my selfish, hedonistic belly.

So there's no judgment for taxidermists, simply wonder.  Would I skin, stuff and mount an animal if I killed it?  Would I EAT the animal if I shot it myself?  Likely not, as I also love puppy dog eyes on all lively beings in front of me.  But then again, one never knows.  I've always been an eater so starve me for 2 hours (maybe even an hour and 1/2), take me hunting and no doubt I just might eat my sport.   

Soooooo, back to the middle of Texas...a few of us sat at Black's gnawing on the profound concepts of the food chain, vegetarianism, right vs. wrong. 

Simultaneously...and heartily grubbin on the BBQ that sat on the plate before us.

I know.  How evil.