did I ever tell y’all about the time my dad’s friend got near-fatally stabbed by a deer

I worry that you may look at this and picture my dad’s friend being gored by a deer. you may think I am being slightly careless or hyperbolic with my word choice

oh no. no no no.

he got stabbed by a deer. with a knife. a deer used a knife to stab him and he almost died.

okay so

It is a fact of life in the time and location in Ohio where this story takes place that the deer population has no natural predators in the area. Regulated human hunting is necessary to keep the population to a healthy size. 

And deer season opens in staggered brackets, right? Bowhunting opens first, to give people using bows and arrows a chance to get their shot in (no pun intended) before people with loud guns start scaring all the game away. Bore-loading rifles open next, works up to shotguns, etc. If you want to hunt deer with a machine gun you have to wait until everyone else has had their turn, basically.

So while my dad’s friend here does enjoy hunting for sport, he doesn’t need the meat the way some people do and as such he doesn’t feel right using guns; anyway, he likes the extra challenge of bowhunting, and it makes him feel better knowing that the deer have a sporting chance. 

So he’s out there with a bow and arrow right when deer come into season.

Hits one. Clean shot, deer goes down, so the guy pulls out his hunting knife and walks up to this deer, which has just been shot and is by all rights already dead. He’s just doing the humane thing and checking to make sure so that he can give it a mercy stroke if it’s still clinging weakly to life.

This deer ain’t clinging weakly to shit.

So the poor man squats down next to its head, holding his hunting knife responsibly with the point facing down so that if he stumbles and falls he won’t impale himself. It’s what you’re supposed to do.

Dying deer looks him in the eye and has a split second in which it telepathically communicates: Fuck you.

Kicks out exactly one time.

Hits the knife perfectly and drives it into the guy’s thigh up to the hilt. And then dies.

Anyway there are some pretty fucking important veins and arteries in your thigh, which the deer’s Taking You With Me move thankfully missed. So this man who just wanted to give deer a fair fight ended up in the middle of the woods with a gushing thigh wound and almost bled out before he managed to get himself back to his car and very, very carefully make his way to the hospital.

(By all accounts he was very good-natured about the whole thing. Once he was no longer in immediate danger of dying he thought it was hilarious. In his own words, “It’s not like I can blame him, you know? I mean…that’s fair. That’s fair.”)

And that is the story of how my dad’s friend got stabbed by a righteously pissed-off deer.


I try, when talking about certain things, not to talk from a place of panic. Speaking from experience, panic spreads like wildfire and can just as easily burn down the thing you are trying to protect just as readily as the thing you are trying to protect it from.

The people in charge know this, and are relying on you being frightened of them. Wilful obedience would be better, but fear is also a malleable thing they can work with. It helps people to bend, thinking it will prevent them from being broken. Except the people trying to make you bend, don’t give a single fuck if it breaks you. Control is more important to them, control and the continuing illusion of power. Anyone else that gets smashed under the wheel of their authority is considered *gestures vaguely* negligible and acceptable damage.

So while I understand the inclination to run screaming in circles over certain recent events (trust me, I do it often enough myself) it is vital that you don’t let it own you. Fear is a vital part of our survival instinct, but only if we know how to use it. It lets us know, much like pain, that something is very wrong and we should do something about it.

And you don’t have to be fearless to be brave. To quote our dearly beloved Space Mother, Carrie Fisher, “stay afraid, but do it anyway.”

(And I know it’s hard for a lot of us, I really, really do. There are some days my clusterfuck of mental health issues are just so bad I can’t uncurl from the fetal position long enough to stay hydrated, let alone fight the good fight. But even on those days merely existing is an act of rebellious defiance.)

So you see, I’m not trying to be blase when I talk about certain things. Just because you don’t see me visibly screaming in terror doesn’t mean I’m not doing it on the inside. By remaining visibly calm, I am in fact trying to help other people to not be afraid. To give them some sense of understanding and feeling of control over the situation so that in turn they might be better equipped to help me and others so inclined like me, to fix this shit.

Acknowledge your fear. Let it pass over and through you, breathe it in and hold it in your lungs, then let it out like fire.

You do not need to be a ray of sunshine to be the positive change you want to see in the world. Sometimes you can be a very small, very afraid flicker in the darkness. Just don’t let that flicker go out.

NFB launches Indigenous Cinema website with more than 200 films to stream | CBC News



NFB launches Indigenous Cinema website with more than 200 films to stream

Collection includes short and feature-length films produced from 1968 to 2017


Doing my thesis right now on Indigenous film! I recommend these NFB films :

Christine Welsh’s films:

-Women in the Shadows

-Finding Dawn

-Kuper Island: Return to the Healing Circle

Deep Inside Clint Star by Clint Alberta

Kanisitake: 500 years of resistance by Alanis O’Bonsawin

Richard Cardinal: the Diary of a Metis Child also by Alanis O’Bonsawin

Anything by Kathleen Little Feather or Gil Cardinal

Message me for more recommendations!

NFB launches Indigenous Cinema website with more than 200 films to stream | CBC News