This is weekend is the openning of shotgun season for deer. Since I grew up pretty poor and continued that habit after I got married, deer season always meant meat in the freezer for the winter. I like to look at the pretty deer as much as everybody else but I also understand the need to maintain the size of the herd.
I spend many a spring morning standing at the window looking at the cutest little "bambi's" you have ever seen. Cute little spots and wobbly long legs. Those adorable little creatures do have a nasty habit of growing up and eating the plants I put in the market garden, nibble on the blueberries, eat fields of green beans. Hard to make a living at farming anyway, add in the pests and wow, almost dang impossible. Prolific little breeders they are too. They generally have twins and sometimes triplets each year. They breed as yearling, so deer explosion.
While I don't mind hunters. I can't abide the people who don't follow the rules. Hunting out of season, using a spotlight for after dark, hunting on other people's property...shame on you. But to me, the worse culprit of all is the dispicable person who shoots the deer and just cuts off it's horns. Leaving the meat to rot. If you don't want the meat, at least have the decency to donate it to a shelter. Let it benefit someone else.
OK, I'll stop ranting. 4 big bad hunters went hunting this weekend at Appleseed Farm. I came back victorious. Good job, Rick. That 10 pointer was spectacular.
See ya on the farm
Charlotte
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