Howling at the Moon

by William Crisp

The season has drawn nigh. It is the eve of deer season and so conversations have turned to deer wherever I go. It would be a glorious time if it wasn’t for the fact that they are the same old conversations I’ve had for decades and decades.
Guys who predicted deer “eradication” since 2001, now admit that there are deer out there in the woods, which is a huge step forward for mankind. Some of them even admit there is regeneration in the forest but somehow they insist they’ve still been right all along. Either they are a bit out there or “regeneration” and “eradication” don’t mean what they think they do.

 

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