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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

What's for Lunch?

Ed set out to bag his buck at 5:30 a.m.

By 11:30 a.m., he was exhausted and hungry--and still no buck.

At 12 noon, the mighty hunter Ed guards the remains of his lunch while a passerby snaps a quiet photo while trying not to startle the deer with a belly laugh.


Nancy Bristow said...

Debbie...Very funny. I really do think that many men just posture about going deer hunting, which is a good thing. Kill Bambi and I kill you:) ~Nancy

Tara W said...

Serves him right. LOL. Leave the poor deer alone.

Tory Richards said...

My dad always went deer hunting but rarely came home with anything. The few times he did he always felt bad over it.

Tory Richards said...

Ditto, Tara:)

Linda Henderson said...

How funny. I've never been a hunter or a fan of hunting.

Tory Richards said...

Me neither Linda. My family in Maine hunt every year and I'd dread the photos they'd send of some poor, gutted deer. For some reason I guess they thought I liked those kind of pictures. I was thankful when they finally stopped.