23 October 2006

The Deer Hunter

It isn't just a movie, as anyone in this neighbourhood can tell you. I woke up the other day to the dulcet tones of .30 calibre rifle fire, as one of the local 'deer-slayers' was tuning up his thunderstick down at the gravel pit.

Now I'm more of a recreational shooter than a hunter, but I know that oft-times, especially as the great stalker of beasts gets a little older, actually shooting stuff isn't even on the agenda.

Frosty has the goods...
Dedicated to all the wives and girlfriends who will soon be left alone while their men go off to the bush ... to snooze, play cards, drink with the boys and make up stories about the size of that rack.

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