Now instead of spending my time hunting, I can lay around moaning!
The fourth time was the charm, apparently. “ Spike ” has become a fond memory, with only two days of rifle deer season, left to spare. Well, I guess that Spike will generate a few more memories, after he becomes corned “ beef ” and venison jerky. My Chippewa Indian, great uncle Hank used to call venison “ government beef,” so maybe I should have said “ government ” corned beef. When I took my shot, Ivy and Marilyn were watching TV in our living room, several hundred yards away from me. Ivy... Sign in to see full entry.