The Good Samaritan
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The world grows
the leaves turn.
We are left
in the darkness
This almost seems to be a daily occurrence up here in Maine. A hunter shoots himself, shoots a friends, shoots a stranger, suffers a heart attack or — this time — falls out of a tree while hunting.
Up in Belgrade, Maine, a hunter was up in a tree with his muzzle loader when he either fell asleep, got too drunk, or suffered some kind of medical crisis. The end result was a trip to the local hospital with a broken hip and broken back.
The good news is that whatever he was aiming to kill got away to live another day.
Could this be God’s way of telling men to stop the slaughter?
Or maybe it is just karma.
It seems that every week there is another news story about a Maine hunter who either shoots himself, shoots a friend, shoots a stranger, or simply perishes in the act of trying to kill a helpless, innocent animal.
Today there is news of a hunter whose dead body was found in the northern woods.
Sad is it might seem, at least there is one less neanderthal hunter acting out his childish killing fantasies.