Doe, a Deer

Posted by Holly.

On this, the first day of buck season in Pennsylvania, it seems appropriate that I should hit a deer on the drive back to VT. It was somewhere in MA or VT, I forget where. Fortunately, it was already dead, just lying in the middle of the road. Percy took quite a jolt as we went over it, and I’m hoping there’s no rotting deer flesh stuck to the underside of the car. Otherwise, and I cross my fingers here, there seems to be no damage.

By the by, in my hometown and surrounding regions, it’s unquestioned that the elementary and secondary schools have off the Monday after Thanksgiving, because of the start of buck season. I’m putting this in the “sports” category, as I’m sure that most of my “people” would insist that it is indeed a sport.

  

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