Perfect summers night
Not a wind that breathes
Just the bullets whispering gentle
‘mongst the new green leaves
It’s that time of year again when men are men, and the animals run like hell. Yep you guessed it, it’s huntin’ season. I have to say I’m not really sure why there is such a following for this – I mean I can see why people would want to kill something if they were hungry. But I have an innate inability to understand why I would want a bear rug, or a 8pt Elk head on my wall.
Oh well. At least I get to take the first of hunting season off. Hehehe. Yep. It’s a holiday here in ol’ BFD. So, thanks hunters… I like 5 day weekends.