Humanitarianism

Where I grew up in Colorado - God's Country - we were surrounded by wildlife. Deer, elk, bear, beaver, coyotes, birds of prey, everything you see on Planet Earth - boom dee ada.

I love(D) it.

In the winter, just after hunting season we'd have big snow and at times the deer, attracted into the vicinity of ranches by the lure of stored hay, would get trapped by the deep snow.

Touring flat-landers took pity on the trapped deer and DEMANDED something be done. Wiser game and fish officials (I know, it sounds like an oxymoron, but in Colorado, those people know the way of things) called off relief efforts.

Some "good samaritan" decided to lift some hay to the deer anyway with his Aspen-money friends.

It made Channel 9 news as a feel good, soft piece against those ignorant valley ranchers and their friends in the game and fish department.

Wait for it...

A couple of days those deer died.

Huh?

Full bellies and all, taking the dirt nap, those deer bought a one way ticket to the green pastures in the sky. Courtesy of that flat-lander and his all-knowing REMFS with deep pockets.

When the news showed up to the game and fish asking questions about the deer, their spokesman looked into the camera and said, "They died because of the handout they were given. They were so full on hay that when the snow depth allowed them to move, they couldn't. Since they couldn't move, they lacked the ability to get the necessary nutrients from bark and other necessary winter foods critical to their survival."

Imagine that.

Help me keep people from giving hay to everyone. Help one another embrace the struggle of deep snow. Wait for the melt, it will come. Don't listen to flat-landers and REMFS.

Stand firm and do what you know is right. Period. If you don't, deer can die of being fat on hay.

LIFE IS BRILLIANT!