Deer Season is upon us

This time of year many hunters brave the cold to enjoy the challenge of deer hunting. With rifle in hand and all bundled up for protection against the cold bitterness of winter, they trudge through the brown fields of weeds and tall grass (sometimes snow covered) in search of their prized trophey. Well for those of you who find this annual event a relaxing sport I have a suggestion, one that allows you to remain in total warmth without walking or trudging through mud, snow and weeds. I perfected this technique on November 20th. Although I do not have pictures of the prized trophey, I do have pictures of the results of my technique and here they are:

Our grandson Kanoa refers to this as "Grandpa Richard's smashed black car", and so it is.  This event reminds me of some of the lyrics of "I Fought The Law" which go as follows: "I fought the law and the ... law won".  In this case the deer definitely won.  I'm not sure what became of the deer, since we did not see any sign of it the following day. Chris (my wife) said that she noticed that the deer was sitting up and moving its head right after the accident. As for me, the person who even hates to run over those small frogs in Georgia who hop suicidally on the roads after a heavy rainfall, I hope that the doe survived.  The real blessing is that neither one of us were injured.  Typically a collision with a large deer results in injury or death.  As Chris so appropriately put it while we were eating dinner at a local restaurant following the accident, "It is nice to be able to see my husband and reach out and touch his hand."  I am grateful that we were protected and that I can see my wife and touch her hand.

As for the car, it is in the repair shop right now.