Mr. Buck Meets a Grisly End

Yesterday, my wife took our son to Bear Creek Park to visit some of the animals kept there. Afterwards she related to me that there was a big hubbub there complete with sheriff deputies and the local media’s satellite vans. She didn’t know what all the fuss was bout, well last night watching the local news, we found out.

One of the deer kept there was brutally killed by a trespasser. The buck (below)mr-buck, who went by the name “Mr. Buck”, was not afraid of human beings and unfortunately, this contributed to his death.

Allegedly, Monday night some troubled individual broke into Buck’s enclosure and decapitated the 8 to 10-pointer, presumably to mount the head. Here’s the story from the Houston Chronicle,

Houston park visitors, workers mourn decapitated deer

I’m not a hunter, though if invited, I wouldn’t mind going deer hunting. Obviously what this person did was not hunting, though I know there are many (like the folks at PETA) who don’t see a difference between what happened to Mr. Buck and what happens to some deer who every year find themselves at the wrong end of someone’s .30-30.

While I appreciate and agree with the outrage towards the manner of Mr. Buck’s unfortunate demise, I cannot help but think that the only folks who have a real gripe are those who don’t eat meat and/or consider the consumption of meat as some sort of affront towards Mother Gaia or some other pagan deity or deities.

Seriously though, those of us who enjoy a good steak: Let’s temper our outrage with a little introspection.

How do we think that smoked sirloin (medium) at TXLC gets to play Batman to that loaded baked potato’s Robin?

The folks at slaughterhouse certainly don’t sweet talk the cows to death, now do they?

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