I could not help but recall a similar incident that happened a long time ago, more than 2 decades, when I read this story about a man butchering a cow in his driveway. My brother-in-law, on the way to a Christmas party at my house – well the house my wife & I were renting back then in East Hartford – came upon a lady that had hit this huge buck with her car. The thing had wrecked her car, broke all 4 legs, but not died, and neither the woman or the police officer with her knew what to do with it. My brother-in-law, and avid hunter, offered not only to shoot it for them, but to cart it off in his truck if the cop would help him drag the thing on it as it weighed over 230 pounds. He brought it straight to my place where we proceeded to hang it up, and then clean it out, in my garage. Neither of us wanted to waste all that meat by leaving the carcass around too long after a car accident.
Anyway, the week after my wife comes running into my computer room with the local town paper and the front page is a picture of my brother-in-law and me cleaning out this huge buck under the caption “evil hunter neighbors kill Santa’s reindeer and traumatize my kids”. The idiot lady across from where we lived had written a long screed about how insensitive and evil hunters would do something so nasty. Around Christmas no less, that so traumatized her little runts and left them wondering if Santa was now able to deliver their presents. My wife was not happy about the whole thing, but I had a hearty laugh about it. I joked with my other neighbors about it, and left it at that. Everyone thought she was a loon – she was always preaching her vegan ways and an avowed marxist – which always left me wondering why she celebrated a burgeous religious holiday.
I do not remember the exact details but a few months later we where at some function she also attended, and she tried to cow me for daring to hunt. “Only evil people kill Bambi!” she told some, knowing I was in ear shot. I politely ignored her until she accosted my wife, and then told her that if she didn’t watch it I would be cleaning rabbits before Easter, turkeys at Thanksgiving, and a cow before a big summer BBQ. She almost had a heart attack. Lucky for me we moved a month or so later, because I was gunning to do the cow, and I could have ended up having to deal with the hassle, like this poor dude, for doing something that isn’t illegal.