The story goes like this:
Ryan starts telling me about this fucked up encounter he had with some relative of an ex-girlfriend at a family function. It was at the house of an avid hunter, who invited Ryan and the other men into his den, which was lined with the heads of his hunting trophies. Mostly deer. He started to show Ryan his various guns, and then proceeded to proudly tell him a story for each of his prizes. Ryan, who was not particularly comfortable with the discussion, got caught inadvertently looking at the biggest and most majestic buck on the wall. This prompted a most disturbing story. Hunter explains how this particular buck wouldn't die from one round to the lung. So he tried, in vain, to break the animal's neck on a tree, which apparently came with a lesson: "You can't break a fucking buck's neck on a tree." Who knew?
Then hunter lamented over having to sit in the cold for over an hour waiting for the son of a bitch to finally die. Apparently, and this was divulged unprompted, hunter didn't want to shoot the buck again because it could potentially ruin his trophy.
I'm not against hunting for population control. But I am against assholes like this guy, who will allow an animal to suffer needlessly. That's just uncalled for.
After Ryan told me the story, I had a Eureka moment. 622 should be this story, written from the perspective of the deer. I started singing (erroneously to the Rhodes arpeggio melody) "Why won't you shoot me again?" "You can't break my neck on a tree." The mere absurdity of those lines set to music had us in tears, and was worth many good laughs for the remainder of the week. I realize the story is kind of disgusting, and this might not seem funny in the compact setting of this post. But at the time, it was quite absurd, despite the seriously fucked up nature of the story.
