It’s officially gun deer season, which means dad spent the entire weekend in the woods, while the smart ones (me and mom) stayed in the house where there was heat, TV, and modern plumbing. Dad told us to look out the windows once in a while in case the deer ended up in our yard. But mom says we live in a no-kill zone, so we told dad that we only saw squirrels. (Tee hee hee.)
I’m not sure what to think about this “hunting” tradition… it seems like it’s just a good excuse to eat and drink a lot. But then again, if that’s the case, count me in! I liked hanging out at the hunting cabin…there was an endless supply of comfort food, it was warm and toasty, everyone was happy, and some people even wore cute matching orange outfits. Maybe I will be a hunter after all!?!