Antler

deer named Pincoo that his father told him about. David explained that it was not like the last times of him seeing little glimpses of the strange deer he had been chasing ever since his dad told him about Pincoo. This deer was no normal deer it had antlers twice the size of normal ones but was the same size of any other adult

Metal and Bone It was a regular day after school and we decided to go hunt since we had no other plans. Seriously though,what’s better than going hunting? Ummm….let’s see,NOTHING! So my dad asks me,” what gun are you going to use?” “Probably my shotgun since I won’t be taking any far shots.” “Okay.” When my dad and I got to the edge of the corn field he said,”Go to the back by the blind and I’ll go through the front and see if I can drive any deer towards you ,I’ll text you if anything’s coming”

I can remember everything about the first deer I shot. The smells the weather, watching the red sun come up in the morning over the trees lighting up the forest. The whole weekend was memorable but the first morning of deer opener was when I got my ten-point buck, barely. As we pull up to our family cabin, I can see through the windows on the front of the house my grandfather and my two uncles sitting at the kitchen table. My dad asked me what I thought they were doing and I bet on them all playing

It’s always there. It’s the ground beneath my feet. It’s the sky above my head. It’s the thump in my heart and the breath in my lungs. It’s the chain I drag, slowing me down, holding me back, stopping me. It’s the death of my mom that I carry on my shoulders. It was all my fault. All. My. Fault. It was my fault I distracted my mom. It was my fault the car swerved off the road. It was my fault the car was swallowed into the black of night. It was my fault my mom died. All. My. Fault. It started

stories in the literature world that are filled with the theme of killing animals are Antlers, by Rick Bass, and May’s Lion, by Ursula Le Guin. These archetypes have many different views on the animals and their life. Ultimtaely, these stories show how human seek comforting purpose, ultimately, salvation from nature, specifically through beautiful creatures called animals through saving them or killing them. In Antlers, there is a grotesque dichotomy between worshipping animals and killing them. The

One day a little kid asked me “why do bucks lose their antlers?” So I decided to tell him a story. On a cold day during February, Artemis was out in the woods walking with the deer. She was the goddess of animals, and she would help them out night and day. Every hunting season she would hide them until it was safe to go out, and she helped the deer more because they were a sacred animal to her. But one day every year everyone in the village nearby would go out and hunt the bucks because they had

but for the size of their racks or more known as antlers. Along with deer, moose, caribou, and elks are hunted for their enormous antlers. Although some people mix horns with antlers, they are completely two different structures. Horns are made of keratin and continuously grow while antlers are bony structures that fall off and regrow again. While deer shed and regrow antlers, the antlers repair themselves without leaving a mark. Even though antlers portrayed for looks they serve many purposes such

How the Deer Got its Antlers Antlers are one of the first things you notice when you see a deer. But have you ever wondered how they got them? It is a quite interesting predicament. like to hear the tale? It begins on a sunny day in summer. Birds were singing flowers were everywhere and the trees of the forest(mostly old huge oak trees)were standing tall and strong. On a hilltop stood a deer. He was so proud of himself stating that he was the sole king of the forest.” I am the king of the forest

The song I will be analyzing is Two, by The Antlers. This band is an Indie rock / art rock band from Brooklyn, New York. The lead singer and lyricist is Peter Silberman, with Michael Lerner on drums, and Darby Cicci on trumpet, bass, synth, and vocals. The music they make almost always consists of synth and vocals, with accompaniment from a wide array of other instruments. Their album Hospice tells the story of a abusive relationship between a hospice nurse and his dying patient. This album has been

No animal even remotely compares in import to the dog here at Cold Antler Farm. Dogs get the lion’s share of attention, love, and care. They live in the house with me. They share my bed and furniture. They get the best medical attention, food, and effort I can afford. Dogs are not livestock to me. They are not children, siblings, or any other simulacrum of human interaction. They are my dogs. That is enough. I am a dog person. When I say that, I do not mean that as a subculture identifier. I do