Cast your vote: Should Andy hunt? By Andy McGlashen
Nov. 10, 2009
Last week I watched the great John Huston film The Misfits, and there’s a scene I can’t get out of my head. Clark Gable, Eli Wallach and Montgomery Clift have taken Marilyn Monroe with them on a “mustanging” trip into some Nevada mountains. Monroe goes into hysterics when she learns that the men aren’t wrangling wild horses so birthday girls can lope around on them — they’re to be slaughtered for dog food. “Honey, a kind man can kill,” Gable says, as much to convince himself as to calm her. “No,” she insists. “He can’t.”
The scene resonates because I want to take part in Michigan’s firearm deer season, which opens on November 15, but I’m not sure if I should. I can’t decide if a kind man can kill. I used to be a deer hunter, and still am in thought if not in deed. My driving becomes somewhat serpentine in farm country where the fields want a good looking-over. If I’m lucky enough to spot a band of whitetails, some old urge still gnaws at me if any of them sports an ivory-hued rack. I still look for rubs and tracks in the woods. I sometimes crave venison stew.