It is not cool to leave fresh mounds of deer guts right smack in the middle of a state park trail. Believe it or not, people do use these trails even in the winter, and it’s hard enough to slog through snow masking roots and rocks without having to step around your grisly handiwork not once but TWICE.
It’s creepy to follow a blood trail through the woods, but at least that I can understand, given that Ouabache State Park was closed for a “deer thinning” hunt the previous two days. What I can’t fathom is why you think it’s acceptable to gut your prey and dump its innards on a public path – albeit a rather primitive one — just so you have a little less to carry on your way out. Besides, judging from the tracks you left in the snow, you were pulling some kind of cart. Was it so full that you couldn’t carry your trash out with you?
I’m glad we avoided falling on a day I thought all that ice and snow might make it inevitable; I would’ve hated to land in all that red goo.
On the plus side: In my rage over your inexcusable behavior, I momentarily forgot that my wet toes had turned into what felt like little 16-degree chunks of ice that might break off if jostled too hard. For that, I guess, I ought to thank you. But somehow I don’t think I will.
The joggers who share your trail