Hunting season is upon us again. I am not a hunter nor do I enjoy eating anything that is hunted. Meat comes from the grocery store. End of discussion. My youngest son is a hunter and a fisherman. Is fish meat? I can eat the hell outta some fish.
I remember the first time my son, J, shot a deer. He was so excited. He was at a friend’s that lives on some acreage. He must have been about sixteen at the time. He would spend the whole weekend at his friends and hunt. When he called to tell me he got a deer, he also asked if I could call and find someone with a truck to help him. He called me back minutes later to say never mind but could I come and get him.
I went to pick him up in my minivan. I was playing on my phone waiting for him and his friend to come out. I wasn’t paying attention but he opened the back of the van and I was assuming he was putting his backpack and guns in the back. They got in and I drove off. As we were nearing town I looked in my rear view mirror. WTH? I saw four furry legs sticking up in the back. I pulled over to take a closer look. “J, why is there a dead deer in the back of my van?” I believe I screamed. “I need to take it home. I washed him so he doesn’t stink”, was his answer. I did notice the smell was not coming from the deer but from him and his friend.
The moral of this story is pay more attention to your children or they may put something dead in your car.