worth noting in a blog. Most are notable for history's sake or for comic relief (these I share with my students) but few inspire me to become a better person. From time to time, there is a story which is inspirational to the point that I simply contemplate how lame my life is. The latest story inspires all those traits that make a man a man. The raw grit, the testosterone-pumping, sweaty muscles, mustache wearing, and champion of bodily functions...this is MAN. I, of course, am referring to one Greg Vincent of Trumann, Arkansas who, last week, killed a deer with his bare hands.Greg took his 13 year old son and his nephew on a hunting trip. While walking around they were stopped by a six point buck which blocked their path. Greg pulled out his knife as a joke (killing animals is a joke for boys). The buck, who didn't like the joke, started snorting and pawing the ground. It charged and Greg grabbed it by one of its antlers. He then swung past its daggers of death and plunged the knife into the side of the deer while gripping its neck.
The animal continued to fight and took Greg into a stream bed. The knife fell from Greg's hand and one of the boys got it back to their dad (who was still WWF wrestling the buck). Greg then plunged the knife into the deer's neck and jerked as hard as he could to try to rip some vital arteries.
This is one of my favorite lines in the story so I must quote it: "The deer continued to struggle but was growing weaker. Vincent, who was a competitive weightlifter in high school, was tiring, too."
I love that line. It is as if competitive weightlifters can bring in the smack down on deer. I just imagine some washed up high school jock who still lives in the past running out into the woods to take on a deer after reading this story. Oh the humanity.
All in all this story is inspirational to me because it really makes me think that no man is really a MAN until he has killed a deer with his bare hands. Let's face it, most of us would run the other way screaming like little children. WAIT! The little children in this story are there to help take this deer down. They also have more guts than most of the men on this earth.
As a social experiment, I would like to let a deer loose in The Gap or at a Starbucks just to see how the men reacted. It would be total pandemonium as chairs
few in all directions, antlers sent CD racks flying, and a bunch of thin men in gray tight pants and blue dress shirts went running for the door.And then I would arrive and flex my muscles inside my spandex suit, stare down the deer and, merely by looking at it in a fierce and intense way, cause its body to explode (because, let's face it, that is the only thing that can be any cooler than what Greg Vincent did).
So, now you know how Bambi's dad died. It was me...but don't tell anyone. Actually, the only thing I could do with a story like this is make a graphic of a road sign with a little karate guy kicking a deer in the back of the head. How lame is that?
Until next time, greekspeedoman.