Gould 0738 wrote in message
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I always said give the deer a gun to shoot back. Obvious where the odds
would lie.

Al Cummmings, who wrote a bunch of cruising guidebooks years ago, once
worked
as a radio DJ in Seattle.

One year, on the opening day of deer season, he put on a hollowed out
trophy
head and stood next to one of our busy arterials with a rifle, pretending
to
take aim at passing motorists. In the 60's this was funny. Somebody would
gun
him down or call the Homeland Security forces on him these days.


I think I told this story before, so for those that have heard it, delete,
delete.

It's another Mrs. E. story. By now you should all have a clear mental image
of this lady's personality.

Anyway, this occurred several years ago, when we were living in our first
house and still had young kids at home. It was November and our next door
neighbor was an avid hunter. One evening I arrived home from work only to
find Mrs. E. in near hysterics. She hussled me down to one of the bedrooms,
pointed at a window that faced our neighbor's yard and screamed, "Look!"

The neighbor who had obviously returned from a hunting trip had hung a
couple of gutted deer by their hind legs from a tree branch to drain. I am
not a hunter, and Mrs. E. is an animal lover, so she was screaming at me
that she was going to call the police, have the neighbor arrested, all kinds
of stuff.

I tried to calm her down and explained that although it was not pleasant, it
was perfectly legal and he was within his rights. I also explained the
draining process required before the meat was cut up and either frozen or
cooked. It took some doing, but finally she calmed down and accepted it for
what it was.

A few weeks later Mrs. E. decided it was time to decorate the house and yard
for Christmas. Again, I came home one day to find that she had purchased and
set up some of those white, wire deer lawn displays with the lights and all.
Later that evening, I happened to look out the bedroom window and saw
another wire deer, lights and all, hung by the rear legs on a tree in direct
view from our neighbor's house.

Eisboch