I started deer hunting at a different time (late 90's early 2000's). You want to see my deer I have no issue showing it to you, however I'm not going to drive all over town with it's head hanging off the tailgate with it's tongue hanging out or with sun glasses on it and a cigarette in it's mouth.
There is a right way to do it and a wrong way to do it and I error on the side of caution and respect.....for the deer. I see far too many "deer hunters" that make a show out of it and do nothing more than confirm the "knuckle dragging genes from which they came". I want nothing to do with that image. We are not cavemen hunting with rocks and spears. We don't need to parade around in blood soaked clothes to show how "manly" we are. I also respect the deer enough to do everything I can to present it in a respectful manner. I will put the tongue back in it's mouth and have even washed them of blood for photos and I will often change clothes or wash or hide as much blood as I can.
Maybe I'm "soft" in that manner, but I'm not going to add fuel to the fire that I am some sort of unsympathetic, blood thirsty, moron because I hunt deer, and act like I described above. Like I said - someone looks over the bed rail of my truck and asks to see my deer - I will show them, but even in line at the locker or check-in, it's covered. There is nothing wrong with being proud of your accomplishment, doesn't mean you should run it up the flag pole!
I don't go out of my way to hide my kills but I also don't go around showing it off to anyone but family and friends. I also grew up in the era of deer check stations and besides the hunt it was the most memorable part of deer season. Going to the check stations listening to all the old men's stories, seeing all the bucks in the back of the folks truck. When my grandpa would kill a deer we would run to check station then I would have to take him to the "Station" as he called it, which was a little ole gas station in town. He would show off his kill to all his old buddies whether it was a buck or a doe, then the stories would start most of which were borderline untruths but sounded better then the actual story behind his kill.
My favorite memory of hunting with my grandpa was his last year he got to hunt before he passed away. I picked him up at 4:30 am and we headed to the woods, we got settled in on a hill overlooking a nice oak bottom with a alfalfa field on the other side. At daybreak we had this little 8 point come up across the alfalfa field to within 10 yards of us, grandpa raised the gun and put the buck down in his tracks. We got it loaded up and headed to check it in, grandpa proud as a peacock as he never killed a stinkin ole buck, he wanted meat. Well after checking in that buck we headed to the "station". Here's my poor old stroke and heart attack ridden grandfather (strongest man on earth) showing off his buck of a lifetime, literally. I look over at him telling his story tears running down his face, had wet his pants(probably trying to take a leak through all the clothes) but proud as a man can be telling all the old guys at the "station" about his hunt.
We took the deer to his house drug him out and took some pictures to document this historic hunt. Tears were flowing everywhere. Grandma was another person I never saw shed a tear and I watched her weep like a baby as well as my uncles, aunts and parents. I had that buck mounted for him to hang beside his chair in the living room and listen to him tell his story about how he killed that old buck to friends and family. Grandpa passed away that following fall before deer season. He knew deep down that was his last deer hunt and that was the reason for the tears and excitement for that final kill of his. That mount hangs in my bar as the centerpiece of my mounts and not a hunting season goes by that I don't think about the last hunt.
I say if you want to show off your kill that is up to you it is how memories are made.
Love that story Blizzard!!
You said it yourself - you are from a different time...
You also, without knowingly doing so, have just reinforced what I have observed over the years. A time of celebration and fun and comradery has now turned into a under the cover of darkness and cloaks experience. If you had a flat bed truck and had your deer on the back on the way hauling it to the butcher shop in legal deer season with a legal tag and a legal kill how would you feel...ashamed? That is the path America is taking and is a crying shame because things that should be done under the cover of darkness and cloaked are thrown out there to our kids as normal and things that are totally legal and have been the norm and a great FAMILY pastime (deer hunting) is now turning into something to be ashamed of...
BTW - you would never know I have a deer in my truck unless it's in the back of my 95 Nissan and sticks up a bit even though the buck I killed in 2014 with a 24" inside spread did stick above the bedsides on my Ram 2500 but I don't go out of my way to hide one other than put the tailgate up. I will never throw a tarp over a legal deer I have killed and I have never put a cigarette in a deer's mouth nor do I know anyone who has. I cut the tongues off...barbarian as I am
I grew up in the city where I was far removed from the hunting world. It wasn't until I met my husband did I know what a check station was. Before I started hunting I would go to the check station with my husband and fell in love with the idea of it. I saw multiple generations around a truck bed listening to the story of the hunt, younger generations learning from elders and finding something in common. Only a few times have I encountered the person with deer mounted on the hood of their vehicle in rush hour traffic, who I never thought represented me as a hunter. I have never been ashamed of harvesting an animal and happy to let the world know about it. It saddens me that my grandsons will never have the experience of the check stations. I want them to be proud, ethical hunters that are never ashamed because society tells them they should be. We are blessed to be on a lease that allows my grandsons to have the deer camp experience and study the campfire fellowship we share. If we teach future generations to be ashamed of being a hunter than we might as well not encourage them to take it up. Just my thoughts as a woman who has been hunting since 1998.