Diana, goddess of the hunt, stands as a
Roman heroine to a long line of female hunters. Even today there are
many who have followed in her spoor that deserve to have their name
written in mythology.
Our Diana, we’ll
call her Center-Fire Charlotte, is well known for her prowess up and
down Hyde Creek in the high and wild country of central Idaho. The
legend goes that one morning Charlotte was on her way to work in town
when she spotted a bunch of does grazing by the reservoir. She climbed
out of her car, quietly closed the door, lifted her rifle from the trunk
and started after them. Sage, bunch grass, rocks, brush and pine
seedlings gave way as she stalked across the clearing in her cashmere
sweater, skirt and medium heels.
Single
mindedly she tracked, eye on the ridge of the dam, swatting the
occasional biting fly. Cresting the ridge in a crouch she saw the deer
beneath her. In the midst of the does a good sized buck reared his
majestic head. Center-Fire drew down and dropped him. She stood over the
clean kill and asked the deer’s forgiveness. She carefully looked all
around. Sensing the all clear she decided to gut him on the spot.
Several hundred yards away, parked at the airport sat a vehicle. The
local game warden was sipping coffee from a paper cup in the front seat.
He heard the shot. Scanning the slope below the reservoir he spotted a
suspicious movement. A woman wielding a large knife stood above a deer.
She wore only a bra. Her skirt was tucked up around the waist band of
her panty hose like a Sumo wrestler’s loin cloth. Cranking his binocs to
9x power, he recognized the sweating forehead of Charlotte.
By
the time she had driven home, come back with the four wheel drive,
retrieved the fallen deer, cleaned up and come to work, every human in
the small mountain town was aware of her Amazon exploits. Diana, goddess
of the hunt had returned!
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