I saw a buddy of mine over the holidays. Good guy, lives in Atlanta, works as an architect, doesn’t hunt.
“How was your harvest?” he asked.
“Pretty dang good — 42 bushels an acre.”
“No, your deer harvest.”
“Oh. I killed two, but we’ve eaten one of ’em up already. Freezer’s pretty empty. By the way, we harvest beans. We kill deer.”
I remember back when the anti-hunting idiots were first starting to raise enough stink that hunters were taking notice, a hunting magazine recommended hunters take off their camo before going to town to shop or get a bite to eat. Seems camo might make a non-hunter think there was an animal killer in their midst, and we wouldn’t want to upset the sensibilities of a man trying to order a burger. Thank...