I'm against hunting. I hate it. I hate the idea of poor innocent deer being gunned down literally by someone who hides hundreds of feet away, makes me mad. If you want to hunt, do it the way the cavemen did... with a ground rock... make them work for it.
After this morning, I still feel the same, but dang... I hate Deer.
One decided to attack my car this morning. My hubby stopped for one deer, and another ran into the side of the car. So now I have to put my car in the shop and get it fixed.
Ugh.
Deer stories anyone?
Anyone else hit a deer? What happened?
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