Were you one of the many who shot your Thanksgiving turkey in the woods?
I thought about shooting my Thanksgiving turkey, but it would have upset everyone else in the supermarket, so I abstained.
I haven’t had time to go hunting in a while, but I hope you have, if you’re so inclined. Last night a cute little fawn ran across my front yard, reminding me that in much of the country, deer season is in full sway. (And no, we don’t want to shoot the baby ones.)
I recently chatted with my young friends Austin and Ashley Gibbons. Ashley’s dad, the late Denny Reichard, was one of my best friends. He hunted on his own substantial woodland property, and venison was always a staple in the family larder. Ashley didn’t hunt this year, being busy with their six-year-old twin daughters, but Austin got out some. A handsome whitetail buck committed “suicide by hunter” by walking within ten paces of Austin, a superb shot, when he was carrying his Smith & Wesson Model 629 .44 Magnum revolver, and one bullet later had become part of the winter meat supply. In their county, Austin is allowed two does more this season.
The twins will grow up with a taste for the finest natural meat.
When I was young I lived to hunt, and this time of year my friends and I greeted each other with “Got your deer yet?”
So, y’all being friends as far as I’m concerned, I’ll ask you the same question.