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Welp, it's that time of year again.

 

Gunshots across the creek to the North, and behind the house along another creek bed.

 

Elmer Fudd, and his buddies, are at it again.  Stinkin' deer season.

 

I don't hunt, don't like the meat.  Beef..........or nothing.  Pork, and chicken, only on point of starvation.  Fish belong in the ocean.

 

Fences are only a slight inconvenience to these folks.  Private property is a shadowy concept buried somewhere in their pin head mini brains.

 

So...........back to the yearly routine...........

 

Bag of boollits (yeah, I keep my reloads in baggies, it's cheaper), and 44 mag by the back door.  Sound carries, and makes a pretty cool muzzle flash at sunrise.

 

Notifies the scum that you're out and about, and keeps the deer from traveling (Elmer can sit there all morning, and they ain't movin')

 

Some knucklehead at the gym suggested taking a 9 mil down there, and run them off (that's what he'd do ).  Yeah...…...like I wanna get in a gun fight somewhere out by myself in the pasture .  That's really brilliant.

 

So goes another deer season.

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