An Open Letter to the Thief in Possum Hollow

It's one thing when the deer, rabbits, and raccoon help themselves to the free salad bar of my garden. The deer especially (see tracks in above pictures) will receive a check for their trips to the buffet come this bow season.

But it's quiet another thing for the HUMAN who has been helping him/herself to the squash, zucchini, and green tomatoes. I WILL eventually catch you. And when I do just remember one thing about me...I don't get mad...I GET EVEN!

I'd Forgotten Just How Much Fun It Was

No, I didn't kill this one. It was given to me by a friend who has no more room in his freezer. I'm happy to get it but at the same time I have mixed feelings about those who continue to hunt when they don't need to. Me, I'm a meat hunter. I really don't care how big the antlers are on it as long as it's legal. In fact I would rather have a young tender spike or fat doe as compared to a big buck in rut. The meat from the first two is much better tasting in my opinion. Anyway I'd forgotten just how much fun it really is skinning, quartering, butchering and packing up the meat for the freezer. But that's how I spent most of my Thanksgiving today.