... all youse what got problems are getting assholes?
gnu, are you under the bizarre impression that we don't know this?
What some of you nice folks don't seem to get is that because of the kind of terrain and low population density we have here, that's the group that tends to arrive. In droves.
But I think we can learn from your confusion-- LilyFestre, maybe the group we need to mobilize isn;t the game commission, but our good local men who know how to act. Maybe we need to ask THEM to visit our places on Buck Day-- a day they otherwise tend to eschew in favor of not having to deal with the yayhoos.
Now, a friend of mine loved the hunting season, AND the yayhoos. She said that all during high school, when her granny would rent her lodge and dining table to flatlander hunters all during the season, she'd open up her bedroom window at dawn and sight in. The yayhoos had no class as hunters and, without intending to, would drive the deer right past her window on their way to deep cover. She'd have a field-dressed buck hanging up to drain before her morning shower, and go off to school for the day! At night, she'd cheerfully help Granny serve the homemade pies... and hear the yayhoos moan about the Big One That Got Away... that she'd already butchered and stowed in the freezer, after school, while they were out at the Tavern. I like to think she served them a slice of old Buck, too.
:~) I have rooms to let, too, if any of you fine Real Hunters would like to come pay a call and help pore lil ole me and Lily fend off them bad ole mean ole yayhoos. :~)