(Note: there's nothing wrong with the animal lovers of the world. But this simply isn't a post for you).
I'll even give you lots of space to think about this.
Because I'm from a small town.
And where I'm from,
means one thing.
And one thing only.
|Pictured: Frank the Truck, me, the Deer, and the Coug (cougar. My old car, in the corner there. That was my grandmother's car. It was a beast).|
Opening day! That little 7-point was my first buck ever, bagged five opening mornings ago on a crisp morning.
And my, oh my, nothing beats fresh venison ;)
Happy Opening Day, everyone!