Eseme's Den

I got home from work tonight and the house lights were on. This is unusual, but then I remembered that the World Series is on tonight.

As I went around the garage, I realized that the lights were on there too, and my mom was in the door.

"Hi Mom. What occasioned the welcome?"

"Look. See the twins?" Mom points out into the garage.

I'm halfway up the steps to the little landing in the garage that leads into the house. I look out, and squint in the general direction she is pointing. I can see a car in Dad's place. Did they get the same brand of car? Dad hit a deer a couple of weeks ago, and as it was a 80's model it was totaled.

"Oh, you you replaced Sluggo? Is it-"

"No, not the car. The deer."

I look again, this time noticing the ropes, the skinny legs pointed at the ceiling, the long brown back, the ears dangling above the ground, and the newspaper stained with blood. "Oh, wow, he got one the first day. That's -"

"Not one. Two!"

Looking yet again, I see the second smaller deer. "Oh wow. He's done then isn't he? Wow, that was fast."

Dad confirmed that it was his quickest hunting season yet. He went out this morning and saw the deer. He shot at one and missed. He went out again in the afternoon, and in 20 minutes he got both deer. These ones are rather dumb, and I'm guessing the local population will do better without their genes. He shot them in the afternoon in the same clearing he shot at them in the morning. The female twin went first, and her brother just stood there, despite the very loud noise. He didn't run til Dad reloaded and shot him. Very dumb deer. Exceedingly poor survival instincts.

We'll have venison this year, although not much. Both deer are very small, we think they were born this past spring. Dad got two doe permits (which allow you to shoot any deer without antlers) this year (the area is overpopulated). So he's done for the season, though he says he will try for a bear when he goes up north with his hunting buddies to the camp they meet at every year.