Autumn

Yes my dears, It is that time of year again. The men folk are out proving their mad skillz and man hood, By potting a buck. They are getting up at egregiously early hours in the freezing cold, To sit for hours in a tree stand, Not moving, Waiting for that magical moment when they sight that magnificent prince of the forest to put a bullet through his heart.

This could go on all through the season.

This to me is uhyggeligt. I am not getting up at 0’Dark:Early hours to kill something. No.

 

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