My grandsons love deer season.
I always tell them I would love to hunt with them and there are only two reasons that I choose not to: (1) I’m too old and slowed down to walk the woods and (2) I could never bring myself to actually shoot one of the beautiful animals (and besides that, I saw the movie Bambi years ago).
Only two of my grandsons live in the country and have a perfect opportunity to hunt at some time of the day, seven days a week, and, believe me, they usually do. I have seen it possible for them to stand on their back porch and shoot as the deer come too close.
However, the other boys, even though they live in town, find it easy to trek a few miles to reach our bountiful hunting grounds. I can say that honestly, all of them kill at the least one during the season and some reach their portion.
My brother even gets in on the hunt and seeks a deer as he loves the meat provided and they enjoy the cuisine throughout the year. He cooks a really good roast from the hind quarters.
My husband has never been a big deer hunter and I really don’t know why, as the opportunities he has are so plentiful. And, he has never even tasted venison. I have had a taste, but this year I am going to cook some of the meat from a deer that one of my grandsons kills and see if I can pass it off to my husband as beef. Think I can make it?
I remember one year right after we moved to the country, Roy decided he would go hunting late one Sunday afternoon. As he walked toward our barn to get to his four-wheeler, a young deer that had wandered up to the barn area ran toward him, and Roy jumped into a trailer to avoid the “antlering.” That hunt was cancelled.
He would never take me, as our grandsons take their girlfriends, because I seem to talk too much.
When we lived in town, there were two or three deer that would visit our front yard every morning eating magnolia tree berries that had dropped to the ground, acting as if they had no cares in the world. I think they knew it was illegal to shoot a gun within the city limits.
On our way to town, we have had several deer run alongside our car as we drove. I hope they don’t decide to run into the side of my car or take the mirror off the way they did my sister-in-law’s on the Natchez Trace one year.
