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Jacob Ellis and his wife Donna live in the north woods of Wisconsin. Like most young couples, they have hobbies they enjoy. Jacob likes the outdoors, choosing four-wheeling and hunting as his forms of relaxation. Donna loves cooking, but her true passion is working in her flower garden. That is until her labor of love becomes nothing more than a colorful, tasty treat for the white-tailed deer, who share their surroundings. One night the pair experience more than the typical four legged visitor to their yard. The evening sets the path for Jacob’s decision to go against nature. After hearing a legend passed down through generations of the Chippewa Indian’s, Jacob must now decide if it’s just a myth or a lesson in the balance of law and justice—between people and nature.
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Jacob Ellis stood looking out the patio doors. His eyes scanned the yard looking for them; he was surprised to find that none were in sight. His vision strained to see in the rapidly, descending darkness, trying to view the wooded parameter of the acre sized clearing of the yard. There were no signs of movement beneath the apple tree. Even the wire fenced garden was void of their presence.
It seemed as if Jacob’s plan to rid the yard of the destructive, four legged, white-tailed animals had worked. Still, he had expected to see a few of them around. They couldn’t have all been taken care of…
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Two days earlier, Donna had asked her husband Jacob, if there was anything he could do to get rid of the deer that had eaten all the flowers and shrubbery around the house. The animals also figured out how to get into the fenced garden. They ate everything in sight, leaving behind little more than damaged plants.
Donna was quite upset. Her one true passion was gardening and she spent long hours tending to the many flower beds and the vegetable garden, she had planted. The morning’s conversation had been a repeat, of the same discussion they’d had daily over the past few weeks.
“Damn it Jacob, I really want those destructive things gone,” Donna said in a seriously pissed off voice, entering the kitchen after attempting to retrieve some tomato’s from the garden, only to return empty handed.
“Well, what do you want me to do? You don’t want me to shoot them, because it’s not hunting season. Not to mention your poor Bambi philosophy. I built a taller fence this year and tried all the commercial deer deterrents on the market. I even tried Mark’s crazy home remedies, nothing has worked.” Jacob informed his wife.
After grabbing the gallon of milk, Donna slammed the refrigerator door, practically yelling, “Poor Bambi, my ass. I want them taken care of. There’s nothing left of my flowers and I won’t be canning anything this year, they ate it all already!”
Picking up the large, dark green coffee mug, Jacob took a swallow of the now tepid, dark liquid. He remembered one last remedy Mark had told him about. It was highly illegal which didn’t sit well with him. Jacob wasn’t the sort of man to go around breaking the law. Christ, he had never even gotten a speeding ticket. He would have to think it over more carefully. Maybe use that as a last resort. Maybe.
It seemed as if Jacob’s plan to rid the yard of the destructive, four legged, white-tailed animals had worked. Still, he had expected to see a few of them around. They couldn’t have all been taken care of…
***
Two days earlier, Donna had asked her husband Jacob, if there was anything he could do to get rid of the deer that had eaten all the flowers and shrubbery around the house. The animals also figured out how to get into the fenced garden. They ate everything in sight, leaving behind little more than damaged plants.
Donna was quite upset. Her one true passion was gardening and she spent long hours tending to the many flower beds and the vegetable garden, she had planted. The morning’s conversation had been a repeat, of the same discussion they’d had daily over the past few weeks.
“Damn it Jacob, I really want those destructive things gone,” Donna said in a seriously pissed off voice, entering the kitchen after attempting to retrieve some tomato’s from the garden, only to return empty handed.
“Well, what do you want me to do? You don’t want me to shoot them, because it’s not hunting season. Not to mention your poor Bambi philosophy. I built a taller fence this year and tried all the commercial deer deterrents on the market. I even tried Mark’s crazy home remedies, nothing has worked.” Jacob informed his wife.
After grabbing the gallon of milk, Donna slammed the refrigerator door, practically yelling, “Poor Bambi, my ass. I want them taken care of. There’s nothing left of my flowers and I won’t be canning anything this year, they ate it all already!”
Picking up the large, dark green coffee mug, Jacob took a swallow of the now tepid, dark liquid. He remembered one last remedy Mark had told him about. It was highly illegal which didn’t sit well with him. Jacob wasn’t the sort of man to go around breaking the law. Christ, he had never even gotten a speeding ticket. He would have to think it over more carefully. Maybe use that as a last resort. Maybe.
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