I never know whether to laugh or cry when I think about some of Vince’s activities. We have friends who drive miles and miles, hours and hours (Chad included) to get to where they can hunt. We have friends who lease or buy hunting places. Some have little huts where they sleep; some have RVs. These hunters are serious hunters! They fill their feeders religiously. They have expensive deer blinds. They dress up in camo . . head to toe! They sneak out to said blinds way before daylight and sit there and barely breathe so as not to frighten any deer who may be headed their way.
Vince, on the other hand, has his “blind” set up on the front porch, with a swivel comfy office chair. He sits inside in his recliner, wearing his sweatpants and green shirt, occasionally looking out the window. When he sees a deer, he very quietly goes out the front door to his “blind”.
I understand that for most folks, hunting is more about the sport, or the guys being together. For Vince, it’s pretty much about putting free food on the table. Food with no hormones, no antibiotics, food that was raised right here in the vicinity of where we live.
Don’t anyone get all “animal rights” on me. We all believe different things and we all have the right to our beliefs. We only kill what we will eat, we don’t kill to have a trophy on the wall. Vince has never even killed half as many as we’re allowed to kill. Here, there are so many deer that if hunters didn’t thin them out a bit, the overpopulation would result in malnutrition and other issues. So, we’re responsible hunters and we’ll be happy to have a couple of does in the freezer or canned for our future dinners.