mary

we shot two lambs in the back of the head yesterday. the first one caught jeff and i off guard, we had just woke up came upstairs and my aunt came in to hurry us outside we were trying to have some coffee then suddenly they were all killing things. death, first thing in the morning. the second kill seemed more methodical, however the lamb kicked and kicked while i held it down bruising me in the shins. these lambs are not chickens and death gets harder the closer it is to us. the birds i killed last week barely prepared me for the mammal death. it was more difficult to swallow. and yet its liver and pancreas tasted pretty good.wondering how it would feel to kill large game.the second lamb somehow got untethered after she saw the bleeding head of her friend on a stump, her carcass hanging upsidedown from a tree. she baaa'ed like forever. watching us disembowel her sister, stick our hands down the inside of the carcass, all the cells of the body stll alive although the animal very dead, was a profound feeling, like fisting a vagina. then we turned around and she was gone we chased her down quick poor girl. i told glenn the fat hunter that we should get an uzi and spray the poor fucker. like scatter its brains all over this piece. he laughed and told me about his arsenal of automatics and semi automatics. he also told me he could shoot the head off a turkey from 200 yards easy. or pluck the apples off the lawn. he used to work in a meatpacking plant in buffalo and could tell me some stories. -jgw