The Penguin

Yup, so deer camp happened...I had fun. Didn't get anything, though. Saw one doe walking along, but I let her pass, thinking "There's probably a buck behind her!" There wasn't. And nothing for the next three days. Grrr. Weirdly, the probability of getting a deer drops off exponentially after the 15th of November: the lack of hunting pressure beforehand surprises the deer, and with all the hunters blasting away, they keep moving. Afterward, all except a few die-hards have gone home, and the deer remember their anti-human tactics: stick to the deep, thick stuff. Another possible factor was the niceness of the weather, which is a double-edged sword - great for sitting, bad for getting the lazy old whitetails off their asses. I mean, come on, guys! Do your job and strut out in front of those crosshairs, instead of being all, "I want to live another year"... Jerks. Anywho, I still had a good time. And now that I'm back and (relatively) refreshed, it...

Happy Novembre, compadres! Hope you all have had a lovely Limbo Month. Actually November isn't that bad, for a "why can't we just skip this and get to the good part"-month. February is the worst, in my opinion; though March can be pretty awful too, it's at least exciting with all that deadly black ice and windstorm activity. Unlike these months, November has two events I'm actually excited for: Thanksgiving, and Opening Day of deer season. (Wikipedia) Yessireebob, it's Toikey Time/Watching the Lions Lose (sorry)/Annoying Relatives Roulette Month. Drag the deep-fryer out onto the deck, stock up on peanut oil and fire extinguishers, and prepare to baptize your favorite mutant Meleagris gallopavo  in twenty gallons of boiling nut-fat. When the deep-fryer knocks over and burns the deck to a cinder, order pizza. After the impromptu faux-Italian feast, commence the making of nachos, to be consumed with brewed alcoholic beverage of your choice in front of th...