|THIS BUCK JUST CROSSED THE ROAD...|
|...BUT HAD TO BE CARRIED, AS IT IS AN ARCHERY TARGET|
Monday, 8:30 AM. 36 degrees F at the ferry dock and on the back porch as well. Wind NE, with very strong gusts. The sky is overcast, the humidity 81%. The barometer is rising steeply, now at 29.99". The forecast calls for dropping temperatures, high winds and snow late this afternoon and evening, with accumulations of 2" to 4"; tomorrow will be much cooler, then warming towards the weekend, with a chance of rain.
The answer to the age-old question, "Why did the buck cross the road?" is that it wanted to crash through the windshield of the car. Deer are notoriously unpredictable (read stupid) about cars and trucks, and seem to be on a suicide mission most of the time.
This six-p[oint buck is different; because it is an archery target, evidently placed by the side of the road as a neighborhood joke.
Which reminds me of a story from my early days of deer hunting, when there were two opposing deer camps, always in competition as to which would bag the first buck on opening day. A hunter in one of the camps had a noxious habit of firing at anything that moved that resembled a deer early opening morning, which was not only dangerous but supremely annoying. He also had a favorite stand, across a meadow from a deer run.
The opposing camp of hunters decided to teach him a lesson, and the night before season opening they got an iron lawn deer and placed it on the run across from the transgressor's deer stand. At first light, considerably before legal opening time, everyone from both camps could hear:
The early morning shooter went home early that deer season.