Oh yes! The rain--! I absolutely cracked up last night when I realized these big "toughies" would be sliding their Eddie Bauers through the mud all week!
I think I'll express my appreciation for this (and for the hunter-bucks these yayhoos bring into the local pockets), by overtipping our waitresses all week!
By next year's Buck Day I'll have a brochure the locals can helpfully hand out to our dear guests: "How to Get Permission to Hunt on Our Land."
Rap, we LIKE the "True Hunters." My policy for this year shall be to tax each polite hunter who knocks on my door, a quarter-carcass for the privilege! (Our landlord takes a whole doe from each group he OKs!) I'll take hearts, livers, and kidneys, too-- flatlanders seldom appreciate that bonus they can get from field-dresing, and those parts are sweet when fresh and soaked in cold, salty water.