Before you know it, they're dragging home quail for dinner. At least her goose was cooked . One wife sighed in resignation. The others nodded in sympathy. A communal groan rose to the rafters.
Deer season is endless.
First it's rifles, then it's bows. My jaw dropped. I'd heard of muzzling a dog, but never a deer. Antlers on the wall. Birds in the bookcase.