(This will be the second of two postings today because I’m fixing up the numbering system and having two postings on one day is the easiest way to do it! Sorry about that – I usually have a personal rule of only one posting a day!)
I hate it when people call me a “Gentle Redneck”. Just because I live in the foothills of North Carolina doesn’t mean to say I’m a Redneck.
Glad to have got that off my chest, but it’s not what this story is about. This story is about how I like to shoot animals and birds. I used to keep a list of the critters I shot, but now I do it just for the heck of it. So it doesn’t matter about keeping a list.
My favorite was the Bearded Screech-Owl. I shot it down in Mexico a couple of years ago. Had to wait up all night for it to make an appearance, and when it appeared I was pretty pleased with the result. I have it now on a shelf in my billiard room. It takes pride of place and I like to think it supervises the billiard games with my buddies. It’s endangered as you might know and there weren’t (back then) many of them left. Being quite small it provided me with quite a challenge.
I’ve shot some quite big animals too; polar bears for example. And not just mammals from North America. I got literally dozens of koala bears when I was visiting Australia. In Madagascar I was lucky enough to get several varieties of lemur.
I used to have a really good one of a New Zealand kiwi. It was stuffed by a “talented” niece. I seem to have misplaced it. I don’t know where it is now. I like to keep an eye out for endangered species. Sometimes the scientists do a cull as part of the breeding program. Don’t ask me how that works but apparently it does. If I find out that a cull is going to happen I step in and ask if they would mind me shooting a few first. I’ve never been turned down.
So there you have it. I’ve shot dozens of creatures over the years. The highlight was when the National Geographic used a photo I shot in the Amazon of a three-toed sloth. That shot got an honorable mention from the Photography Society that I belong to.
Very nice, but how did your talented niece “stuff” the photo of the kiwi?
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Herb, I am pleased you asked that question. I await Bruce’s reply, coffee cup in hand.
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haha. Yes, me too.
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Stuffed if I’m going to answer the question three times!
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No need to stuff up my answer with the facts. She tore up the photo of the kiwi and it was “stuffed”.
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Now, the good lad has become an Artful Dodger.
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Not artful at all. Don’t you mean Awful Dodger?
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It might not be an American phrase? Something that’s broken is “stuffed”.
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Bruce, I was so pleased with your twist in this tail. You’re a good lad.
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Being a “good lad” should come as no surprise.
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Snicker.
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Great capture of the owl. Still waiting on the stuffing saga report……
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It must be a New Zealand phrase. Everyone seems to be asking about the term “stuffed”!!
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Two Bruce stories today? What’s an old boy to do? In other news, bald owl tastes like chicken.
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Personally I prefer roast bald eagle stuffed with dodo eggs.
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Yum. I will have to try that recipe.
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In American vernacular, the word “stuffed” means an animal has been to the taxidermist, so I wondered how the niece had the kiwi stuffed.
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We have the taxidermist meaning two. I thought I was being clever trying to fool the reader into thinking I meant taxidermist when in fact by stuffed I meant “rendered useless”!
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Ahhh…I get it now. I chortled to myself when I understood.
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Yes – I see “stuffed” used my way seems to be an Australian/New Zealand word.
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Methinks, word two of the final sentence disturbs the flow of the narrative and spoils the dark beauty of the tale. Why not just ‘shot’?
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I have bowed to superior literary criticism and changed it to shot. I mulled over that word and nearly changed it – so you’ve convinced me. Snapshot was a bit banal.
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You know the secret of good literary critics? They are all failed writers.
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No wonder I feel an affinity for those critics.
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You devil you.
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Thank you, Chelsea!
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