Hunting Season 2018

Well, it began this morning and before I did chores I ran upstairs to get out the blaze orange.  No, I don’t hunt; I wear blaze orange to avoid being shot.  There are conscientious hunters and there are drunken idiots out there.  And this year I am not up to posting or policing.  I started with Oscar. 

It is tough on a dog when 355 days in a year he is encouraged to roam and bark and chase deer out of the garden, and 10 days a year he could be shot by neighbors for just doing his job.

 

 

Then there was me – a large target in a red Bemidji Woolen Mills wool jacket, but just to be sure…

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  1. Stay down😳

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