Out of my Truck...Shooting a Buck

In just 5 days, things get a little crazy around here. The grizzly-bearded deer hunters hit the woods for two weeks. Baiting the deer with apples and carrots, setting up "sight lines", taking an apron for the cook, and sitting around the campfire eating chili and farting. Ooooohhh...that sounds like fun.

My wife sends a gallon bag of chocolate chip cookies, and I send the hope that nobody gets to shoot a deer.

This half-a-buck (what happened to the other set of horns?) sits in our local Catholic cemetery. The bit of bright red behind it is about all of the color that is left.

Even with my tooth-pulling of yesterday, and a dreaded man-cold...I'm off to play volleyball. Bump-set-spike.