I have to admit that I've never been hunting. I have no interest in shooting animals. Unless they're clay pigeons (rimshot).
Yesterday we were driving down 494 when Carly squealed. Out the passenger window was a truck full of tents and equipment. And strung to the back, flapping in the wind was A DEAD BUCK.
Deer? Buck? It had antlers.* It was dead.
Aside from obvious sanitary concerns, there was the discomfort of seeing it, watching its bound body flail. Is there really no law against toting home your kill in front of God and everyone?
*Best Monica Quote Of All Time: Antlers, antennae. What am I, a scientist?
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What if the buck came to and ripped off the ropes, and let a mightly roar, and jumped off the back of the truck. I would have cheered. Then, since I must have been driving behind the truck, Iprobably would have drilled the majestic beast. Sorry Buck. It was a short-lived triumph over man.
I hope I can get a computer soon.
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I told you I'd build you one. A good one at that.
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Last year I was driving home from a cabin up north the first weekend of deer season. I just about ralphed from seeing all the dead carcasses (carcassi?) strapped to the hoods of cars. So barbaric. Bleh.
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