Leonard Blaisdell wrote:

> In article >,
> Becca > wrote:
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>>Kathleen wrote:
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>>>It was screaming, there was no help and no hope, so she walked up on it
>>>from behind, put her boot on its head to hold it still and put it down
>>>with the knife her dad gave her for her 18th birthday. She didn't cry
>>>until she got home.
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>>Poor kid, I am sorry she had to go through that. Life is tough
>>sometimes, but she made it.
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> It's good to be close to nature. I bet she'll get through this just
> fine. It appears that Kathleen has raised a realist.

Last semester she wound up taking Outdoor Education, informally known as
Hunting Class, to fulfill the P.E. requirement for early graduation.
She was the only female in a class of 18.

They studied what, when, where and how to hunt legally. They also
studied types of guns and gun safety (the bullet comes out this end,
don't point it at anybody) and did field trips to a local firing range
where they had target practice with the different weapons. There was a
cursory nod given to bow hunting but most of them couldn't manage the
draw on the only example available.

They learned how to field dress and process game, basic first aid for
humans and dogs, and how to humanely put down wounded game.

She enjoyed the class but never expected to have to put what she learned
to use so soon. After she'd settled down a little I told her she should
have brought it home and I'd have cooked it for supper. She said
adrenaline spoils the meat and you probably wouldn't want to eat
anything that had been chased, mauled and gnawed on before being put
down*, and anyways she'd been riding bareback to stay warm and unless
she wanted to hold it in her lap there'd have been no way to carry it
back anyhow.

*I suspect Yak and Scully would disagree.