The town where I spent my Thanksgiving boasts Michigan's "Largest Buck Pole." We were a few days late to see it this year, but caught this one instead at a club where my father in law hunts. What a horrifying picture. Why did I put this up here? Is it a protest picture? Am I just intrigued by the frozen blood dribble? Do I like the way the afternoon sun plays for the last time on the white fur under their chins? It could be all of these things. I just don't know.
It was a swell long weekend for me, mainly because I (a) did nothing, and (b) got to drive around northern Michigan back roads while a heavy snow was falling and accumulatin' and making everyone slow down. I've been ready for snow for a few weeks, so it was nice. It almost took my mind off of IU losing to Xavier and looking awful doing it.
The blood dribble is intriguing. Not exactly PLEASANT, but intriguing nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteBesides, hunting deer is at least good as a means of keeping their already swollen population down. At least thats what i hear (i would prefer some natural predators, but wolf pelts are just SOOOOOOO lovely as carpeting...).