Tomorrow the great exodus begins! Thousands of hunters take to the Wisconsin roads and head "up nort" to begin the one week of the year when it's truly man vs beast. The beasts, of course, are adorable little, white tailed deer (remember Bambi's mother) but that's beside the point.
The hunters load up their trucks and cars with blaze orange (hunting attire) food, beer, playing cards and sometimes, if there is room, they will take their guns. It's their week to sit around the camp fire, drink beer, scratch themselves and play cards. Does that sound like fun or what?
Now not all hunters are men. There are actually quite a few women who hunt. I've never understood that but I'm from Chicago where I'm used to people hunting people not deer. When I was growing up in the Chicago suburbs, the only way my father would have shot a deer is if it walked in front of the TV set but alas, I digress.
The point is when deer season begins, everything else comes to a screeching halt. No home inspections, no title work, no mortgages. OK, it's not quite that bad but it is actually difficult to get a whole lot accomplished.
This weekend is referred to as deer hunter's widows weekend. The women and some men for that matter who are left behind will flock to the malls during the day and the bars at night. Their motto is "if they can spend time and money in the woods, I can spent time and money at the mall!" Dollar for dollar, it's about even.
Now don't get me wrong, deer hunting doesn't bother me. It just don't want to see it or do it. A lot of deer hunter's spouses like this week to do what they want usually never get to do. For some, it's what probably keeps their marriages together.
I just don't see why deer hunting has to last a whole week but then again, I'm from Chicago.
Take care.
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