gigamatic

I totally forgot it's deer season here in the Cowlands this week. I guess I've been in the city too long. Where I grew up, people take excused absences from school for this. Seriously, Monday ought to just be declared a local holiday, since nobody shows up to school.

Got email from my dad -- at 7:30 last night, a truck stopped a couple hundred yards up the road from their house. Dad went out to see what was up, and found his neighbor, Michael M, had had a deer run smack into the side of his pickup, (apparently) killing itself in the process. Michael asked my dad if he could have the deer, as he'd been hunting all day and not seen a single one. (Some hunter, my dad says.) Dad let him take the deer, in the hopes that it really was dead.

Venison steaks. Yum.