Kathleen Stachowski Other Nations
The online etymology dictionary tells me this about the word “game”:
O.E. gamen “game, joy, fun, amusement,” common Germanic (cf. O.Fris. game “joy, glee,” O.N. gaman, O.S., O.H.G. gaman “sport, merriment,” Dan. gamen, Swed. gamman “merriment”), regarded as identical with Goth. gaman “participation, communion,” from P.Gmc. *ga- collective prefix + *mann “person,” giving a sense of “people together.” Meaning “contest played according to rules” is first attested c.1300. Sense of “wild animals caught for sport” is late 13c.; hence fair game (1825), also gamey.
It’s that “wild animals caught for sport” that I’m after. Just got back from a trip to southern Utah canyon country. Wish I had kept a journal of all the sights I saw along the way that distressed and depressed my sensibilities, but then again, it’s nuthin’ that hasn’t annoyed most of you, too. You know the stuff I’m talking about.
But here’s one that really sticks in my craw with its unadulterated disrespect: Those diamond warning signs that read GAME CROSSING. Saw those in Idaho, and in the past, have seen them in Wyoming, too. Game crossing? Doesn’t that reduce animals to nothing more than a target for bullet or arrow? Merely an object of pursuit? A thing placed here for human “sport and merriment”?
I did a double-take the first time I saw one of these game crossing signs–it was outside of Jackson, WY. Montana, which largely shares the Idaho and Wyoming mindset where animals are concerned, uses more neutral “wildlife crossing” warning signs or the wordless leaping deer symbol. The tacit message (that these are wild animals first and foremost) is more respectful toward the animal, and most inclusive (and least offensive) to all humans, whether or not we ever consider them game animals. I appreciate the fact that I’m not confronted with “game crossing” signs in my day-to-day life.
Reducing animals to game–even when it’s not hunting season–is certainly a political word choice. Once game, always game…and assuredly never a being who enjoys the warmth of the sun after a long, cold winter; never a mom who loves her offspring; never a young’un romping with others for the pure joy of it.
Where you and I see a wild being darting across the road to pursue the interests of his or her life, some others apparently see just a bull’s-eye.