Tomorrow’s hunting day. I’ve got my orange and I’ve got my plan. I am, however, wondering why my wife has asked me to wear antlers. And why my daughter has asked me to wear a white hankie in my back pocket. Perhaps I’m just paranoid.
I’d like to invite Captain Beefheart into the Deer Camp to provide some pre-hunting merriment:
Hey Moike
Music at HG tomorrow…pretty subdued for radical punk rockers like us,(ok you) but I wanna go and I’ll buy ya a birthday beer or too…think about it.
I hope this is a joke. You’re not really HUNTING? Are you using a rifle, or are you doing it the old fashioned way–naked with a Swiss Army Knife?
Jesus.