Sunday, November 26, 2006

Some things are so appalling they must be immortalized, that we may be an object of fear and pity for future generations. Seen on the way home from Thanksgiving:

Ah, the essence of hunting, the champagne air of Autumn, the healthy meat, morning frost, well-heeled guns and well-oiled dogs, the family fifth wheel! Note the fawn with spots still on it: should someone inform the earnest bowmen that their tags don't count on those?