…or are you just obsessive?

Yes. As much as I try to fight it, deer season is upon us. I have never been a fan of hunting and make it no secret. I understand all the arguments about population control, etc. but I still don’t have to like it. I won’t eat venison as a matter of principle and yes, I should just give up bar burgers as well if I were really going to pretend to have a conscience about it. Deer are just pretty and duh, Bambi’s mom after all :)

I recently posted this picture of my husband’s “deer stand” in my writing forum with some funny comments that one of hubby’s cousin’s made after he saw it. In your deer stand…
Do you need a scope to see the ground?
Do you get a nosebleed?
Do you invite your friends over to play football in it? No? Well, my hubby’s does.

Needless to say, my friends did not let me down. Posts that followed guaranteed my need for paper towels and cleaner for my computer screen. (Someday I will learn not to drink or eat anything when I’m in my forum.)
“What? No elevator?”
“Just how big are y’all’s deer, anyway?”
“Bugs, I’m glad he decided to go with only 3 telephone poles. 4 would have been excessive.”
And my favorite: “From that height, you could spit on the deer’s head and kill it with the force of gravity.”

So, with another season upon us, I will hideout in my house and hope he doesn’t get anything. I have to be a prisoner with the dogs because they’ll want to run after the hunters. Our property is great. One of the best parts is that there is a 160 acre forest to one side of us & we aren’t totally surrounded by just corn fields but therein also lies the problem… the hunters.

My only request of hubby is this: “If you do manage to murder the pretty beast, don’t let me see it in what used to be it’s original form. It’s bad enough to have the meat in the freezer :{

End rant. Carry on mighty hunters. Millions of children are awaiting their nightmares. “You shot Bambi???” *sniff*

Fortress ala Kramin…
deerstand