Opening Day

It's not quite baseball, but it's the same sort of time-honored, sacred rite: opening day for rifle-hunting deer season.

And it is about time. In the past few days, I've been dangerously close to plastering several of the damn-ed devil creatures onto the front of my car. TODAY, on my morning run, I met a textbook-perfect buck who was just hanging out by a creek, about half a mile from the DOWNTOWN area. Maybe I should start running with a rifle slung across my back. :) Yeah, THAT'S a good idea.

Wait. Was there a point to this post? Uh, not really, but I'm gonna keep writing anyway ...

Just down the road from the Broken B homestead, there's a huge Conservation area. Needless to say, during this time of year, the gravel on our road gets ground into a fine powder with all the hunters trying to beat each other to the best hunting spot. It's the only time of year that we actually have to look both ways before we walk across our road - it's like Craftsman Truck Racing meets the hunting channel. (Note to hunters: Slow down. And wave back when we wave at you. It's just good manners.)

So tomorrow morning, the guns'll be a'blazin. And though that particular shade of screaming orange is NOT the most attractive for my complexion, a-hunting I shall go. in hopes of tagging a deer. And if I do manage to get one, I see a jerky craft day in my future. Mmmmm ... wish me luck!

And, happy/safe hunting!