It's hunting season. I always thought deer hunting was allowed for about a month beginning in early November. In our state hunting deer has way too many options. There is a season for archery hunting, muzzleloaders, modern guns, doe only season and even a season for youth using a modern gun. The sport actually is allowed in some form until the end of February. It's hard to believe any of the critters can survive the October 1 through February 29 siege, but herds of a dozen or more frequently parade down through the holler behind our house.
A couple of nights ago the dog was outside longer than usual and was slow to come out of the holler when called. We knew exactly what she had been doing when she came in licking her lips and smelling of death.
Some careless hunters have been known to just throw the remains of the deer carcass into the woods after harvesting the choice meat. The last time Belle indulged in a feast of rotting meat, she had a serious upset to her digestion. Ten days of an antibiotic with twice daily doses of the nasty pink stuff were required for recovery. Prophylactic action with a full syringe of pink liquid hopefully prevented a recurrence of the loose stools, but had no effect on the awful smell.
I'd like to give the carcass chucking hunters a piece of my mind. No, I'd like to have them take a deep deep breath and let my dog breathe on them. Then they can stand in slinging distance as she tries to shake the pink stuff out of her mouth before she swallows it. Oh yes, the vision of hunters with pink spatter all over their face would be perfect revenge. Belle might not agree.
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