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FALL. Time again to reflect upon the life of Ranee Spellman; time again to recall and celebrate a particular facet of this special man who managed Points of View Farm. FALL: also a time for many men to prepare for serious hunting of deer and other wildlife. Ranee was raised as a hunter and to use, care for and respect guns. An excellent marksman, he had hunted from boyhood with his father and older brother. Yet when he arrived at Points of View in late fall of 1979, Ranee abandoned hunting. We remember the moment well. He shot and dressed a deer that first fall, for venison for the farm. Then he announced that this kill would be his last, that he could not and would not take another deer nor any other wildlife. And he never did. In spring, the nests of squirming baby rabbits, birds or other of earth's littlest creatures were safe from his huge earth-moving equipment. He refused to disturb them. He forbade others to do so. Thus a job might be disrupted for days or weeks until a mother and her young left a nest. What caused him to change this way? Quiet, intensely private, he did not explain himself. A visiting film writer, researching Ranee's life for a script, suggested: “Ranee was evolving.” He had lost interest in hunting but only for himself. He did not oppose it for others. It may have come from something else: no stranger to him was sudden death. He had witnessed it all too frequently for one so young: Vietnam, his hither, his mother, a girl fiiend. Ranee was a builder, a creator, a farmer. His innate artistry and unusual productivity left its mark from the Hickerson Mt. ridgetop, where he is buried, to the lush valley named for him — Rancelee Vale.
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