The Last Hunt

THE LAST HUNT

by Milton Lott

 

Nomination: National Book Finalist 1955

 

Date Read: December 27, 2021

 

The Last Hunt is a fictional recounting of the decimation of the last buffalo to roam the prairies of America. Sandy and Charlie are a mismatched team of buffalo hunters, killing buffalo for the profit of their skins. While Sandy is measured and calm, going about his business with a level-head and sense of purpose, Charlie is hot-headed, easily triggered and a generally unlikeable sort.

 

What will remain memorable for me is that all the participants in these buffalo hunts know what the outcome of their excess will be. They are fully cognizant of the fact that at some point, with their rate of unprecedented killing, that the buffalo will eventually become extinct. And yet, like all humans that are aware of the outcome, they continue anyway, killing even more buffalo than they can skin.

 

Around the campfire, the hunters acknowledge that there may not be any buffalo left by next winter but this understanding doesn’t deter their ambitions. They can see how dumb the buffalo and man is: “Kill off the buffalo for their hides, then trail in cattle for meat – and them freeze to death.” Because of the widespread slaughter of buffalo, their demise was removing a vital food source from local tribes. The government began bringing in cattle to prevent widespread starvation but the cattle couldn’t withstand the winters. I would argue the starvation of indigenous tribes was an intended/unintended consequence.

 

The skinning of Indians that was referred to a few times was also shocking. I am unsure whether Lott was basing these references on fact or supposition but either way, it was absolutely horrifying. One of the hunters casually pulls out a tobacco pouch that is made out of the breast skin of an Indian with the nipple at the bottom. I don’t care who you are but carrying around this kind of “trophy” is simply an advertisement for your own barbarity.

 

Finally, the old man that lives on the prairie and who will ultimately save Sandy’s life, is met by the hunters while he’s collecting buffalo chips for his garden. The hunters notice he doesn’t carry a gun. He replied: “I don’t carry one. I don’t need to. A gun is an attitude, a state of mind – it’s a way a man feels about what’s outside of him.” I couldn’t agree more.

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