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...there are no deer hunters in Bean's, there are no fox trappers either, unless they are in disguise. The price of fox and muskrat will be down this year, but raccoon will be good, about $20 for a top skin. Trapping is occupation and sport in Maine, and last year 22,089 raccoon were taken. Bean's does not sell leg-hold traps but does sell shotguns, including a Fabio Zanotti twelve gauge...
...fact, the earth seems to be reclaiming this abused chunk for its own purposes. The maples and sycamores look healthy, grasses and wild flowers are thick and high. Grasshoppers hiss. A flock of wild turkeys has moved in, as well as a pack of coyotes and some deer. "It's amazing," says the former mayor, "all these yellow flowers! They were never here before." The wild growth, however, poses a problem: vandals, looters and arsonists can hide from the security patrols more easily. But that may be remedied. "I believe the state of Missouri," says Leistner, "is looking into defoliating...
...come in and said he'd been ahuntin'. I said ahuntin' what? He said deer. I said deer season ain't open. He said it is for bow and arrow. I said but you wasn't usin' no bow and arrow. What happens if you get caught? He says you can always stick a arrow...
...haunted style is one of intense graphic vitality. He has revived cliches of ferocious nature and made them work in an absolutely authentic way. His Hobbesian sense of the world, the battle of all against all, extends from the swamps of Louisiana (populated by a tangled bestiary of paranoid deer, coons, foxes, bright-eyed, indifferent herons and fish-chomping alligators, glaring at one another like bikers on Methedrine) to the boardrooms of the Sunbelt. Thanks to a Baptist background, he also has a taste for the religious grotesque, which gets full play in Tintorettoesque machines like The Little Prince Prohibited...
...spun through these revelations, Foreman was crawling in and out of his truck, opening and closing gates, feeding animals, trying to convince a colt that if he did not wean himself soon his mother would waste away, pausing to brag about his bass pond, saying he would never shoot deer because he is awed by them--his word, awe--and gently pulling back the branches of budding forsythia to clear the trail for a companion, who felt small...