YSaC, Vol. 586: Deer Agony

2010 February 23

Commercial Swing Set and Slide – $850


Commercial Swing Set and Slide : Heavy Duty
This is the Type used at Elementary Schools.
An Additional Slide is also available, and can
be purchased seperate. Additional Playground equipment
is also available
Deer is not included.
$850.00 or best offer

Boy, playground equipment sure has evolved over the years. When drmk and I were kids, you had your basic monkey bars, usually over an asphalt playground. Yes, those were the days… (and we still have the scars to prove it).

But look what we have today! All those nice soft weeds to break your fall! And a deer! I wish my playground had a deer carcass hanging from it. That would have been awes…

Wait. The deer’s not included? Man, that sucks.

Thanks for the listing, Alan!

150 Responses leave one →
  1. 2010 February 23
    Skye permalink

    Aw… that deer is NOT making the equipment look like a Fun Time. There are reasons that carcasses are not depicted in playset ads!

    Adores: 5
  2. 2010 February 23
    sarajean80 permalink

    Yep, nothing screams “family fun time!” like dressing out Bambi.

    Well, the screaming part’s true at least.

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    • 2010 February 23

      You know what they say: what doesn’t kill you scars you horribly and irrevocably for life.

      Adores: 21
    • 2012 May 19

      I hate Bambi.

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  3. 2010 February 23
    Yancy permalink

    Great, now I gotta go get my tetanus shot. Just looking at that thing…

    Comment from the other side of the aisle, as a hunter I wish I had a swingset like that for hanging carcasses. But honestly, are they so much in a hurry to get rid of it that they couldn’t wait until after butchering to take the pic?

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    • 2010 February 23
      Windrose permalink

      Or at least offer a few pounds of venison to sweeten the deal. 8)

      Adores: 3
    • 2010 February 23
      emesis permalink

      Hell yes, they want to get rid of it quick. It’s got BLOOD all over it. Yick.

      Adores: 0
    • 2010 February 23

      You’re assuming that there is a time “after butchering.” If the hunting goes well, butchering could be a continuous process.

      Maybe they thought, “Well, there’s only one carcass hanging there this morning. Better snap a few pics before the swingset’s all full up again.”

      Adores: 5
      • 2010 February 23
        sarajean80 permalink

        And if there were eight carcasses, that might give people the wrong idea.
        Especially if the seller turns out to be a fat guy with a white beard.

        Adores: 13
        • 2010 February 23

          “What do you want for Christmas, little girl? I hope it’s venison.”

          Adores: 5
  4. 2010 February 23

    I think I should show this to my grandkids, just as a warning.

    “See, this is what happens when you try to swing so high and fast that the swing wraps around the set.”

    They will need YEARS of therapy, and I will have exacted a modicum of revenge on my kids…heh…heh…heh…

    Adores: 25
    • 2013 May 26

      At the time you wrote this comment, CJ, I had one three-month-old granddaughter. I remembering chuckling to myself at the image you raised, and you earned yourself a door.

      I now have four granddaughters. Rereading this caused a bigger guffaw this time around so I threw another door at you. It’s a classic for the ages!

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  5. 2010 February 23

    But I want that deer! I want it to teach me how to swing by my neck! That deer is clearly having a blast, and I must get in on that action.

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  6. 2010 February 23
    lost_compass permalink

    “Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you? Wipe the intestines off your shoes before you come in the house!”

    Adores: 23
  7. 2010 February 23
    Andrea permalink

    Maybe I’m seeing it wrong, but it looks like they actually used one of the chains from the first swing to hang the deer. You might just get some little pieces of deer flesh and fur included after all!

    Adores: 3
    • 2010 February 23
      sarajean80 permalink

      It’s kind of hard to see, but it looks to me like they unhooked one side of the swing and pulled it over towards the center A-frame and then used the empty ring to string up the deer.

      Adores: 0
  8. 2010 February 23
    Colleen in MA permalink

    Asshat is not included.

    Adores: 7
  9. 2010 February 23
    Camille permalink

    Oh deer.

    Adores: 18
    • 2010 February 23
      jackie31337 permalink

      I realize that was obligatory, but argh!

      Adores: 6
  10. 2010 February 23
    TacoMmagic permalink

    Lets see here:

    Rusted to the point of near collapse: Check
    Unrealistic Price: Check
    Missing all the essential pieces: Check
    Carcass: Not included, provide your own.

    Damn, so close to filling my needs. I guess the kids will still have to use that old set of monkey bars I have. Made out of real monkey corpses, of course.

    Adores: 40
    • 2010 February 23
      Maddie permalink

      yeah, that sums up what I was thinking.
      $850.. are you serious??

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 February 23
        BigUncleJohn permalink

        [corey] Every swing set I have installed/removed has had the legs secured by concrete footers. Unless you are bringing your own cutting torch or tow-truck, its $50 for the swing set and $800 to get it out of the ground. [\corey]

        She Who Must Be Obeyed volunteered me to help a neighbor remove one in exchange for beers and burgers afterward — demanded scotch, rib-eyes, and a signed hold-harmless; she thought I was kidding.

        Adores: 10
        • 2010 February 24
          TacoMmagic permalink

          Unless your parents are like mine and just set it up without bothering with the concrete.

          A bit of a death trap sure, but it taught us the lessons that helped us later in life. Such as: “Don’t use the friggin swing set, it’s a death trap.”

          Adores: 10
    • 2010 February 23
      ChapeauNoir permalink

      I do not want to know what the Jungle Jim is made of.

      Adores: 4
      • 2010 February 23
        CapnMac permalink

        I do not want to know what the Jungle Jim is made of.

        ¿Por Que? The salt, the MSG, the nitrates or the sinews?

        Or ail the caterwauling concurrent to vine-swinging-advancing-behavior?

        Adores: 0
      • 2010 February 24

        There’s a restaurant chain in the south called “Jungle Jim’s”, and they have some pretty potent alcoholic concoctions on offer. Their napkins say, “Jungle Jim’s — after three, you’re invisible!”

        Turns out that’s true — at least, you THINK you are.

        Adores: 3
    • 2010 February 23

      You must have had the supplies for GALLONS of ‘Temple of Doom’ style racist caricature soup after you put that thing together!

      Adores: 1
      • 2010 February 24
        TacoMmagic permalink

        Not to mention loads of frosted simian cerebellum.

        Adores: 1
  11. 2010 February 23
    Lola permalink

    This is probably the earliest ever that this site has made me throw up in in my mouth a little. And it’s the original post, not a comment!

    I grew up where people hunted; I know where meat comes from. Dead animal carcasses don’t, generally, freak me out. But this? It looks like the setting for a rural horror movie. Any chance the OP is from Maine? Even if not – “Paging Stephen King!”

    Adores: 8
    • 2010 February 23

      Michigan.

      Edited to add: I’m getting ads for swingsets. I wonder if they come with deer?

      Adores: 5
    • 2010 February 23
      TacoMmagic permalink

      First off, let me say I’m biased in the following because I, like many of my corn chucking friends in the midwest, hunt.

      This is so lacking in class that I almost, ALMOST believe it’s a publicity stunt by an anti-hunter group to gather support for their viewpoint. I’ve seen that kind of thing before, and I’ve leared that people will go to amazing lengths to convince others that they are right.

      However, this is probably just some clueless hick doing his best to screw it up for all the responsible hunters out there who try not to draw unwanted attention by flashing their carcasses at everyone.

      This guy wins the dickwad award for sure.

      I now return you to your daily snark:

      Hehe, Lola said she knows where meat comes from. *Snicker*

      Adores: 7
      • 2010 February 23
        Lola permalink

        Meat comes from Bacontini, right? See, I do know!

        PS: TacoMm, did you hunt before moving to the midwest? Most of my experience of people hunting comes from living in rural Washington St. Though on the other side of where you are from …

        Later edit: I have two swingset ads and one for office space. Office space? In a field of dead animals and grasses? Maybe if you work at the body farm!

        Adores: 0
        • 2010 February 23
          TacoMmagic permalink

          I never hunted in Washington, though I’ve always loved venison and loved to target shoot. My mother was opposed to the idea of hunting and guns in the house, and my father didn’t really want to spend the money on the equipment. Even so, they both loved venison too and always begged a few pounds off my uncle every year.

          I only started when I came over to the midwest. It wasn’t exactly peer pressure, it was more like gastronomic pressure.

          Whenever I’d go over to my friend’s place he’d make something with venison. I’d invariably comment on it and he’d say, “You know, a hunting liscense only costs about $35 and I can lend you everything else you need.”

          Crafty fellow. However, we’re the dorkiest hunters ever. Four of us spend all day hunting deer, and as soon as the sun goes down we pull out our D&D character sheets and game until bedtime. Which is why the following comment was made: “I didn’t see any deer this year, but my Pixie killed an orc and Joe ate it.” The equipment checklist I print up every year has “Dice” as the second listed necessity.

          Adores: 10
        • 2010 February 23
          mudslicker permalink

          OMG. Taco…you brought up deer hunting in the woods and playing Dungeons and Dragons in the down time without even blinking twice! I must introduce you to some of my biker friends. You reign Geek Supreme!

          As an aside, I didn’t know that *Snicker*s Bars contained meat. I learn something new every day on this site. Corey on people!

          Adores: 0
        • 2010 February 23
          TacoMmagic permalink

          Do these biker friends play D&D?

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          christina permalink

          Upstate NY has a lot of hunting communities as well, though I’ve never seen a swingset used as a deer hang.
          I should add that despite being vegetarian myself, I do respect hunters, provided they are hunting game, not trophies, and preferably not with machine guns and helicopters. (/liberal rant)

          Adores: 4
        • 2010 February 23
          emesis permalink

          @TMm: What was the first listed necessity on the checklist? The checklist itself?

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        • 2010 February 23
          mudslicker permalink

          TacoMm: Yes they do but for real! *evil grin*

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        • 2010 February 24
          Andrea permalink

          Wow, Lola, here in Wisconsin we mostly just hunt deer and water fowl. I imagine the experience of people hunting must be much more exciting. Do you need to purchase tags for hunting people in rural Washington? Can you go straight for the strapping young lads or do you have a ‘earn a boy’ program?

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 24
          Lola permalink

          Andrea,
          *snort*
          Thanks for pointing out my lazy sentence construction! As I’ve never hunted for people, I don’t know the details.
          *shudder*
          When I was growing up, the news was full of people like Ted Bundy and the Green River Killer (who has, fortunately, since been found). Actual hunting of people in Washington state is something I’d rather not think about.
          *feels ill*

          Adores: 0
      • 2010 February 23
        jackie31337 permalink

        Shame on you hunters killing animals for meat! You should go to the grocery store and buy the meat they make there, where no animals are harmed. (Paraphrasing a real person who commented on an article about hunting for food.)

        For the record, I’m a vegetarian, largely because once I became aware of where meat came from, I decided to opt out. I have WAY more respect for hunters (because they have no illusions about how the meat got on their plate, and they still want to eat it), than for people like the aforementioned clueless commenter who go to the supercenter and buy pre-marinated, pre-cooked chik-n-chunkz(TM).

        Adores: 6
        • 2010 February 23
          TacoMmagic permalink

          That actually was another reason I decided to at least try hunting. I felt I had to prove to myself that I could actually eat an animal, rather than just packaged meat.

          And my group does all the meat processing ourselves. So not only do we see the animal, but we’re extremely aware of which muscle groups are going into which package. It’s more diluted for the hunters who take the deer to a processing shop and walk out with a couple bags of meat.

          Adores: 4
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          You should try raising chickens and ducks. After a few weeks of rising at the crack of dawn and walking around a cold, wet pen ankle-deep in droppings while the rooster tries to spur you (After he has woke you at the aforementioned crack of dawn. And they don’t stop when it gets light out. They just keep crowing. All. Day. Long.), you look forward to the day you can cut their stupid little heads off and rip the feathers from their bodies.

          Adores: 7
        • 2010 February 23
          jackie31337 permalink

          TacoMmagic – Just one tip: while giving your significant other a massage, it’s usually not a good idea to point out to them which part of their back would be tenderloin if they were a cow. Unless, like my partner, they’re a hunter and meat enthusiast.

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 23
          Tacomagic permalink

          “Honey, could you give me a massage? My chuck roast area is acting up again.”

          Adores: 11
        • 2010 February 24
          Windrose permalink

          Sarajean, remind me not to leave you alone with any of my cockatiels. 8) I once raised pullets in a 4H class (I was actually taking Small Lab Animals because I thought I could be a scientist. Then I learned there was math involved and changed my thought) and we got to ring their necks, pluck them, cut them up, and cook them. Very tasty, actually.

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 27
          Lurker From the North permalink

          Ok, being from AK, we might have a couple of hunters around here. And I have with Dad and family dressed out a moose. Now that is quite the chore. Actually the moose were usually divided among friends, so we only had to dress a quarter or a half a moose.

          On the other hand cutting and packaging 50 to 90 dipnet caught salmon is just as much work.

          And they both stink up the house.

          Adores: 1
    • 2010 February 23
      sarajean80 permalink

      I live in an area with a lot of hunters. (I can actually hear gunshots in the woods on the weekends, which I’m hoping is hunters) Most use a sturdy tree branch for draining and cleaning a carcass or have an A-frame just for that purpose. That said, I could name a dozen or so who would look at this and think, “Dat rite dere’s ah gud ahdeer.”

      Adores: 4
      • 2010 February 23
        Bavec permalink

        Sarajean, I do believe you know my father-in-law.

        Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          Would he be the balding fella with the beer belly in the gimmie cap and overalls? ‘Cause that really doesn’t narrow it down at all.

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          Bavec permalink

          Add a can of chewing tobacco in the back right pocket and I’d say you’re psychic. ;)

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          Ah, the infamous “Skoal ring”, I know it well. My dad chaws. You learn really quick never to knock over the spit cup.

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          Lola permalink

          Even scarier is the spit can, which disguises its contents and can fool the unwary. In college I once picked up the wrong beer can and, fortunately, did not swallow before I figured out that the gritty, slightly viscous, vaguely minty stuff in my mouth wasn’t beer. Also fortunately, the kitchen sink was close by. But I’ve known people who swallowed before they realized their mistake. Some of them hurl. Not pretty all around.
          A lot of the people Iwent to college with were from metropolitan areas, but some … not so much. I believe we were socializing with the latter group when that happened.

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          Dad’s polite enough that he will cut the top of the can off and wrap tape around it so that you know it’s not for drinking. My Uncle Billy prefers the portability of a baby bottle. (He removes the nipple so that he can just take the cap off to spit, then put it back on and tuck it in his pocket.)

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          christina permalink

          Congrats Lola, on the first comment ever to make me so ill that I couldn’t continue reading it.
          May something that horrid never happen to you again!

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          Lola permalink

          My apologies, christina! The illness of others was not the intent of my anecdote. If it makes you feel any better – I’ve never had it happen again.

          Adores: 1
  12. 2010 February 23
    Colleen in MA permalink

    You’re right! This looks like a movie still from every movie I never wanted to see.

    Adores: 6
    • 2010 February 23
      Colleen in MA permalink

      Ugh, I meant for this to be nestled under Lola’s comment. Now I have a free-hanging comment with no context. How embarrassing.

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 February 23

        And now we must all point and laugh….

        But we can do that later. Maybe. I’m lazy.

        Adores: 5
      • 2010 February 23
        CapnMac permalink

        More embarassing than having next week’s roast dangling in the weed-choked playset?

        Or, attempting to sell the playset for far more than its scrap metal value?

        O for Shame; would that more of what we are forced to call modern society had some.

        Adores: 5
        • 2010 February 23
          TacoMmagic permalink

          You know, I’m not even sure why he’s trying to sell this. It seems a perfectly functional deer hang. When he gets rid of it, what will he use to hang the deer next year? A tree? Pshaw!

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          Bavec permalink

          TMm– probably the neighbor’s swing set.

          Adores: 4
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          It might be the neighbor’s swing set.

          Adores: 4
        • 2010 February 23

          Scrap value: ~$12.50, Wen yer done hangin yer deer, you can bring in your set for som BEER monies!

          Oh, did I just disparage my raw materials suppliers? Sorry…

          Adores: 2
  13. 2010 February 23
    Heather permalink

    Stop your whining! When I was a kid, we would have killed to have a tetanus play set! Instead we had to make do with a brick hanging from a stick.

    I miss you, Bricky. *tear*

    Adores: 35
    • 2010 February 23
      Lola permalink

      Band name of the day nomination: Tetanus Play Set.

      Adores: 9
      • 2010 February 24
        Windrose permalink

        And of course the hit single is “I miss you, Bricky!”

        Adores: 4
    • 2010 February 23
      sarajean80 permalink

      You had a stick? I am so jealous, all I had was a secondhand cinderblock. I got it when Pa’s Chevelle in the front yard fell off.

      Adores: 6
      • 2010 February 23
        Hartster permalink

        In my day, we didn’t have no namby-pamby playgrounds! We had rocks! And we threw the rocks at Jimmy Smith, who had an embolism and died and our parents punished us so hard we couldn’t sit down for a week! And that’s the way things were and we liked it that way!

        Adores: 9
        • 2010 February 23
          mudslicker permalink

          Ooh…I see a new Stephen King epic coming out of this…

          …and then we buried Jimmy in the pet sematary with the undressed deer carcass and Gage and Herman Munster and then the next day they showed up looking for batteries and chewing tobacco for the Tommyknockers; we promised our parents we would never pummel Jimmy Smith with rocks again. We would get Doris Claiborne and Annie Wilkes to do it next time.

          Go Maine!

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          Hartster permalink

          You’re leaving out the part where Doris Claiborne and Annie Wilkes were set to pummel Jimmy Smith with rocks, but a red ’57 Chevy chased the two into the school gym, where Carrie locked the doors and set the place on fire.

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          {corey}It’s Delores Claiborne.The lit geek in my just couldn’t let it go.{/corey}

          Adores: 0
        • 2010 February 23

          *finger to lips*

          Quick, sj, change the first “e” to an “o” for Dolores, before anyone sees it.

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          Ah, nuts! I didn’t notice that until the time ran out. I guess I should turn in my Speeling Poleece badge…

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 23
          mudslicker permalink

          sarajean & AE: Doris is Dolores’ evil twin. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

          Hehe….thanks for the attempt at saving my boo boo.

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 24
          Windrose permalink

          *puts away the Grammar Slap for latter*

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 24
          screamer permalink

          Aha Gerald. So that’s your Game!

          Adores: 2
  14. 2010 February 23
    Bavec permalink

    Where I come from, all the elementary school equipment has deer carcasses hanging from it, so this doesn’t actually seem that weird to me. That’s one of the perks of growing up in a hick town, I guess…

    Adores: 2
    • 2010 February 23
      Camille permalink

      Recess at your school must have been really interesting.

      Adores: 3
      • 2010 February 23
        Bavec permalink

        Well, it did provide good visual aids for the song “head, shoulders, knees and toes”

        Adores: 9
        • 2010 February 23

          “Head, Shoulders, Fetlocks, and Hooves”

          Adores: 9
        • 2010 February 23
          Bavec permalink

          Yes! “Eyes and ears and antlers and maggots…” *Sniff* it brings back memories

          Adores: 6
    • 2010 February 23

      I’m so jealous. I grew up in yuppie southern California. We never had dead animals hanging from our playground equipment.

      Adores: 8
      • 2010 February 23
        Steph permalink

        I’m not *that* jealous. I grew up in the deep South and didn’t have any carcasses on the playground stuff. And one of my dad’s cousins is a hunter, to boot! He loves it. He’s got mounted deer heads all around his living room. Fairly sure there’s a moose in there, too. My dad’s brother is also a hunter, but I never saw deer heads on his wall.

        That was always normal for me, though, seeing the deer heads. Just about everyone in the family had them. But they never. Ever. Hung the carcasses from playground equipment. They did it *right*, with all the fancy equipment and whatever. Thank you, relatives, for not shaming me in front of the YSaC crowd. I love you all.

        Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          None on my relatives have deer heads on the walls, but Dad’s got several mounted bass. The largest has a chunk out of the tail where the cat had a nibble.
          I do have an uncle who has a bearskin(with head)hanging on the basement wall. Guess who gets to sleep in the basement whenever we visit?

          Adores: 3
  15. 2010 February 23
    Hartster permalink

    I am _so_ disappointed the deer doesn’t come with it. Not only do I have fond memories of swing seats shaped lke horses, I won’t be able to teach any neighborhood yardapes the song from “Sound of Music”:

    “Doe, a deer, a female deer
    Ray, the name I gave my gun.
    Me, a guy with buckshot
    Far, a long long way to run….”

    Adores: 16
  16. 2010 February 23
    Bianchi Sound permalink

    Frankly, my damn, I don’t give a deer!

    Adores: 29
    • 2010 February 23
      TacoMmagic permalink

      The fault, deer Brutus, is not in our playset,
      But in ourselves, that we are hanging from it.

      Adores: 26
      • 2010 February 23

        Deer Prudence,
        Won’t you come out to play?

        The sun is up,
        The grass is brown;
        The swing’s too rusty
        To get you dowwwwn…

        Deer Prudence…
        Won’t you come out
        To play?

        Adores: 16
      • 2010 February 23
        CapnMac permalink

        Falchion, Rapiers, Cutlery, we come not to use the Tetnus Play Set but to barter it.
        Ignore the venison, as it gives the Playset dishonest value.

        Ack, no, no more I aver; I cannot butcher the Bard anymore than this. And guilty enou be, for e’en thinket “Out, Out, dam’ CL spot!”

        Or, Look, dear Horatio, yon cerf, i knew him well. There are more things in our febrile imaginings, but only the scabby swingset, and not the noble venison. O the slings an’ arrows of Outrageous Listings, do pierce us most rudely. A Hit! a hit1, a most palbable headslap.

        Adores: 11
        • 2013 May 27
          nojazzhere permalink

          See!… I told you Shakespeare got it all wrong! Thanks, CapnMac for setting the record straight.

          Adores: 0
  17. 2010 February 23
    JAMen permalink

    I remember learning so much from my experiences playing on the playset growing up: how to take turns; interacting well with others; unstructured fun is best; how to skin and disembowel a carcass. Learning not to waste…that one lesson has served me best these last 30 years.

    Adores: 4
  18. 2010 February 23

    I hate to go all corey/ on everyone, but further study of that pic makes it necessary. Unless I miss my guess, that deer has not been field dressed. (If someone can get a better close-up, please (PLEASE) do so to disprove me.)

    One of the responsibilities of being a good hunter and sportsman is to properly care for your kill, and it should be done immediately otherwise the quality of the meat is compromised. I typically gut the deer on the ground (weight being an issue) and then hang it by the back legs with the rib cage propped open to cool it down (key to preserving meat quality). I’ve never hung up a deer by the neck because I feel it prevents proper draining. Also, I think it’s better by the back legs if the head is to be mounted.

    I hesitate to guess the reason for the deer hanging there. Was it just killed, hung up and left? If so, those responsible need a serious lesson in humanity. I am disgusted.

    Adores: 20
    • 2010 February 23

      Sorry for understanding. That was an awesome coreygasm.

      Plus fifty.

      Adores: 10
    • 2010 February 23
      mudslicker permalink

      +10 [/corey creds] for you Arched! And I have to admit, I was wondering the same thing.

      Would it bring more levity to the situation if we merely called it a Not. An. Elk?

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    • 2010 February 23

      Arch – elebenty hunnert for the graphic corey-ism. An observation, though, from another hunter *me waving*. This is a fresh kill, hung by the neck for skinning prior to gutting and then flipping for drainage. Although, with the size of the deer to skin it would probably take enough force to bend that awesome swing set nearly in half. We generally use a chain and a truck, to give you an idea of how much oomph you need behind such an activity.

      Alrightythen…everyone sufficiently grossed-out, now?

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 February 23
        sarajean80 permalink

        That was…graphic. I’ve only skinned small game but it takes alot to get a squirrel or rabbit to take it’s coat off. And they look decidedly unhappy when they do. Unhappy but tasty.

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      • 2010 February 23
        mudslicker permalink

        Yes! You could have stopped after “An observation…”

        Maybe it’s just up there as a WARNING to other deer. You know, kind of like those shrunken heads they always seemed to throw in to those old Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movies (very subtle foreshadowing).

        “DO NOT proceed any further! If the obligatory quicksand doesn’t get you, the angry natives will tie you up [apparently always very loosely] around the big burning campfire and cauldron—until Tarzan comes with the elephants and Not. A. Cheetah to rescue you. ”

        Adores: 6
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          *hangs up deer carcass*
          “Let that be a lesson to the rest of the herd – leave my hosta alone!”

          Adores: 10
      • 2010 February 23

        *internet high five* CJ! Our mission here is accommplished.

        And leave it to a Texan . . . your deer are waaaaay bigger than we have on the coast, eh? Sounds like a discussion I had with my uncle many times.

        Adores: 3
      • 2010 February 23
        Artsy Computer Geek permalink

        Definitely grossed out!!! The only thing I’ve ever skinned is shrimp.

        Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23

          Artsy: What you really removed from the shrimp is their exoskeleton to get to the tasty little morsel within. Did you at least hang them from a swing set to do so?

          Goodness, my corey is really getting a workout today!

          *sits down, fanning herself*

          Adores: 2
        • 2010 February 23
          emesis permalink

          You may mock the shrimp skinning process, but it’s a difficult task! Those things are squirmy little bastards. And their shrill little voices! Make them stop screaming…

          Adores: 4
        • 2010 February 23
          CapnMac permalink

          Oops. Arched beat me to it.

          Arthropod skeletons remove so much neater after cooking (or par-cooking)–no scabrous play items of distinctly murky vintage required at all. (Although, I have sat on a merry-go-round in Louisiana consuming peel-n-eat shrimp ,many yummy sounds>.)

          Adores: 0
        • 2010 February 24

          SO MUCH COREY.

          Adores: 3
        • 2010 February 27
          Lurker From the North permalink

          Ok, So we all have our stories of difficulties skinning, dressing, & packaging game animals.

          But, folks I saw a program on a native village ‘dressing out’ a whale.

          That’s right…
          …a whale.

          Talk about ‘it takes a village.’

          Adores: 2
    • 2010 February 23
      Hartster permalink

      I would field dress it; however, the bikini I would put on it is something I’m wearing at the local funeral parlor, where there’s a service in its memory. (BTW, does anyone know how to get deep-down mud stains off a 4×4?)

      Adores: 7
  19. 2010 February 23
    EclecticBlue permalink

    Maybe it’s just me, but my first thought on seeing the pictures was, “Wow, that playset is so much ‘fun’ that the deer committed suicide…” Actually, I think my first thought was, “Hold it, is that a DEER?” but close enough…

    Adores: 9
    • 2010 February 23
      Jane permalink

      That was my thought too, “oh gawd, Bambi’s finally gone over the edge, I wonder if he left a note?”.

      I have never actually seen a gun in real life, let alone touched one, or used one to kill something. Born and raised city slicker!

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 June 1
        Addicted Reader permalink

        My first though also was deer suicide. Glad I wasn’t the only one.

        I don’t hunt. I don’t know many (if any) people IRL who do. Much of the hunting discussion was totally a foreign language to me.

        Adores: 0
    • 2010 February 23
      canio6 permalink

      Sadly my first thought was, “Oh, a play set with a pinata…wait, is that a deer? holy *insert word that would get my knuckles whacked by a llama nun here*”

      I need to move further from the border

      Adores: 3
      • 2010 February 23
        Steph permalink

        A PINATA?! I… I… I can’t come up with a return snark for that…

        Adores: 1
        • 2010 February 23
          sarajean80 permalink

          I can say without a doubt that I would not want any of the “treats” falling out of that particular pinata.

          Adores: 12
        • 2013 May 27
          nojazzhere permalink

          True Story- I once took my grandson (then about 4 or 5 years old) to a birthday party. They had a petting zoo service bring in some animals (lamb, goat, pony, chickens) for the kids to see. After an hour or so, they removed the animals, and set up a pinata. Directly. Over. The. Grass. where the animals had been… doing what animals do on the ground. When the pinata was busted open, and the kids were scrambling for the candy in the grass, (along with the barnyard candy) I casually brought to the attention of some parents what the candy was marinating in. Their looks of realization and horror were priceless. At least I think the cake and ice cream were O.K.

          Adores: 1
  20. 2010 February 23
    Coco permalink

    Given the hanging carcass prominently featured (but not included!) with the pictured set, one can only wonder what’s not included with the additional playground equipment available for “seperate” (sic) purchase. A bag of mixed body parts? A haunted graveyard that brings the dead back to life with serial killer tendencies and a vague smell of dirt? Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

    Why, the possibilities for continued horror seem limitless!

    Adores: 7
    • 2010 February 23

      It’s Super Happy FunTime as designed by one Ed Gein.

      Adores: 5
  21. 2010 February 23

    So, as part of my job (being a Landscape Architect – see link), I design playgrounds. To be honest, that’s the *best* part of my job.

    While I have never before been tempted to design Dead Animal Fun into a kids’ play area, I have to say, I kind of am. “Hey, kids! It’s an outdoor classroom experience! Bring the biology class outside!”

    Or, at the very least, to sneak it into a bunch of “precedent images” for a discussion at a community meeting.

    Probably a bad idea, though.

    Adores: 5
    • 2010 February 23
      jackie31337 permalink

      I would just like to say that you have the most awesome job in the world (with the possible exception of koala cuddlers or baby pygmy hippo wranglers).

      Adores: 4
      • 2010 February 23
        Jane permalink

        Eureka, I’ve found my true calling at last! I’m going to quit the urban rat race and become a koala cuddler! Take that, high school guidance counselor!

        Adores: 9
      • 2010 February 24
        Meej permalink

        Yeah, that part of it at least is pretty fabulous.

        Picking out shrubs on an incredibly limited budget for a strip-mall parking lot that is cutting every possible corner, on the other hand, is not so fun.

        (Then again, one wonders how the Koala Cuddlers like it when those fuzzy bastards go on a eucalyptus-withdrawal binge.)

        Adores: 2
    • 2010 February 23
      Hartster permalink

      Or you could use it at a presentation and say, “See! And you folks had concerns over chromated copper arsenate-treated wood….”

      Adores: 4
      • 2010 February 24
        Meej permalink

        Ooh, now there’s an idea.

        Adores: 1
  22. 2010 February 23
    BigUncleJohn permalink

    As a kid, we had a set like this in the back yard – sans deer. It was involved in one of the pivotal lessons of Big Uncle John’s development. I don’t exactly know how I did it, but while I was just sitting on the swing I managed to fall off backwards, hit the ground, and knock the wind out of myself. As I lay there gasping for air, my father (known to the cousins as Giant Uncle George) walked up to me and said, “You know, son, if you’re going to be dumb, you have to be tough.”

    Thanks, Dad. Words to live by. Lesson learned. Give me a hand up? No? Okay.

    Adores: 22
  23. 2010 February 23

    Uhhh, I did that last winter… Even had my 6yr old help me gut it and hang it on the swingset. It was getting to 10 degrees for the week so the dinner was ‘flash frozen’ pretty quick.

    You see, I was under pressure to fill my tag as we were leaving N.Idaho to go to Disneyland for Christmas week!

    (bty: that was a great Christmas! No presents -really, the kids got too much crap they don’t play with after the first week; No decorations around the house, not even a tree! It was Dad’s dream come true!!)

    Here’s link to deer after Disneyland:
    http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=103545&id=1551327691

    Adores: 1
    • 2010 February 23
      mudslicker permalink

      What’s all that white stuff in the picture jack? I don’t believe I recognize it.

      *Probably because I’m already snow blind, Jesus, Mary and Joseph let it be spring already!*

      Adores: 0
  24. 2010 February 23

    Now I have Dear Agony, by Breaking Benjamin stunk in my head.
    I love you.

    Adores: 2
    • 2010 February 24
      Windrose permalink

      THANK YOU HHNF! I was trying to remember the Artiste, only half-halfheartedly, but still.

      Adores: 2
    • 2010 February 24
      Dan permalink

      My work here is done.

      Adores: 1
  25. 2010 February 23
    Lola permalink

    Is anyone else wondering if that earlier YSAC-featured Viking stove is lurking adjacent, but just out of frame, to this swing set? I mean, the swingset is also rusty, it’s also old, it’s also in a field. Perhaps it, too, comes from the land of the ice and snow. Aaaaaah-aaaah-AH!

    Adores: 5
    • 2010 February 24
      kate permalink

      I’m trying NOT to think about what could be lurking adjacent or anywhere near that thing.
      But my mind keeps playing a scene, like a dream, where I’m running toward the swing set, and as I get closer, my running slows…WTH?…Then, as I turn to run away, I’m impeded by a pair of feet…I look up to see a giant man-beast in flannel, with a shotgun resting on his shoulder…He spits into the weeds…

      Ugh,what a nightmare!

      Adores: 2
      • 2013 May 27
        nojazzhere permalink

        Funny, you should call that a nightmare. That’s one of my favorite fantasies. But, always, just as I aim the shotgun and begin squeezing the trigger, I wake up.What color is my flannel shirt in your dream?

        Adores: 3
  26. 2010 February 23
    Shark Blank permalink

    This reminds me of what happened at my school in 4th grade. A deer ran through one of the school doors, down the hallway, and out the other door into the playground… That was highly interesting. And then at recess me and my friends went to investigate where the deer had banged against the fence hoping to get freedom. We got new doors with smaller windows after that.

    Adores: 0
    • 2010 February 24

      Did the deer eventually hang itself from the swingset in despair?

      Because if so, eerie coincidence!

      Adores: 0
      • 2010 February 24
        Shark Blank permalink

        Not that I know of…

        Adores: 0
  27. 2010 February 24
    Windrose permalink

    Oh, Mudsey, I almost forgot! Great quote in the box, here’s your punch.

    Adores: 0
    • 2010 February 24
      mudslicker permalink

      Spanks Windrose!

      *holding out my punch card to get my first hole*

      Adores: 0
  28. 2010 February 24
    CapnMac permalink

    Ok, this was in today’s paper. Were it not for the fact that strips are banged out 4 to 6 weeks in advance, I’d be inquiring what Tony’s handle here was . . .

    http://comics.com/f_minus/2010-02-23/

    Adores: 1
  29. 2010 February 24

    I’m not a hunter, so I could be wrong, but isn’t it generally a bad idea to leave your fresh kill in the middle of an open field, exposed to elements and scavengers and egg-laying flies?

    Adores: 1
  30. 2010 February 24
    Windrose permalink

    In related news, scavengers endangered by poor hunting habits:

    http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/unleashed/2010/02/lead-poisoning-blamed-for-deaths-of-three-california-condors-in-arizona.html

    Adores: 0
    • 2010 February 24

      This is why I use All Natural Organically Mined Lead from Mother Gaia. Not that evil man made lead from Big Business…

      Adores: 1
      • 2010 February 24

        Ive had to eat a few animals that died of lead poisoning. Although they didn’t ‘ingest’ the lead…

        Adores: 0
      • 2010 February 24
        CapnMac permalink

        Not that evil man made lead from Big Business

        Yeah, none of thos wheel weights contaminaed with brake dust

        Adores: 0
  31. 2010 February 24

    To quote Maggie on the Halloween Simpson’s eppy from some years back: “This is indeed a disturbing universe.” Agreed: this is like some setting from a Stephen King book…

    Adores: 0
  32. 2010 July 20

    Another seriously injury on swing set.

    Adores: 0
  33. 2011 December 29
    Flamme Appat permalink

    It’s taken a year and a half, but I have the answer to how this deer got in the swing.

    Deer Swing video:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7KqXaRbP5M

    Adores: 2
  34. 2013 May 26

    Okay, the video is really funny, and sad, just like the post. Now fire up that bbq!

    Adores: 0
  35. 2013 May 26

    Oh, give me a home
    Where the Sparkies do roam
    And the deer are just hanging around,
    With swingset and slide,
    But the animal hide
    Ain’t included to keep the price d0wn.

    Adores: 3
  36. 2013 May 27

    Saturday Crew: Dave the Faithful, MissMommy, ghostie the amazing, and Ducky the Demon! Punchity Punch Punch!

    Good Morning, Tender Vittles!

    Adores: 0

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