Deer Season ... no it's rabbit season!

So another year has crept it's ugly head around. I was hearing rumors of it's return but I laughed them off as superstition. Till I saw them, or thought I did. They hide so well with their surroundings, the only thing giving off their location was the pile of beer cans forming a circle around them. And the occasional belches from nowhere. They waited for me to open up and acknowledge them in their camouflaged overalls. Yep folks it's another Deer Hunting Season.

They'll stand around and tell tall tales to each other about how they scored their deer. Everyone hanging on to the others words as if they were a pile of gold poo. Then they'll chuckle and recant their tale adding in more details then needed on how their perfect target the legendary 30+ pointer was ruined; somehow by another deer half it's size popping up and taking the hit instead.
After their bellys stop vibrating it's gelatin like form, they scratch themselves and then compare guns.

When I finally get information from one, I take him from the pack as the others start into song on the proper way to skin a buck. This one leads me to his Ford Taurus, and I head to the back as he stares at me in the most odd way. I wait for him to come to me and open the trunk of his car but yet he stands motionless near the rear seat, passenger door side. Cautiously he opens the door as if whatever is behind the door will be ready to strike or escape the confides of his car. I venture over to his position as he proudly stands by the opened door for me to look at what he has sprawled out in the child's seat.

It's Bambi of a deer; no wait, it was even smaller then Bambi. This could be Bambi's younger, sickly cousin whose mother only job was to bang her head against trees all day. It's eyes, well eye the other one was hanging out loosely by a single fabric of vein, looked up at me in a sad expression saying "oh my god this guy is pathetic". I told the guy to hold his head in shame, as we returned to the others.

I dread to see the others who brought in their deers, with it's head half destroyed because he felt cool in holding the gun so close to the deer that it could of stuck it's foot in the barrel and said "what's up doc."

Yes another freaking deer season is here.