well as you all know I gave up the quest for deer last week, never seen a deer on the place, nothing, put the gun in the safe, cleaned and polished, ready for next year,
so yea you guessed it, went up to the pond to pick a few turnips for supper, and big ole deer standing at the salt lick, and two milling arround the back side of the pond, says I ummm these turnips are going to be good fried in bacon greese, you deer have a good year. stupid deer.
