Monday was the start of deer season, rifle anyway. It brings back memories. When I was in my late teens early 20s I had the itch to hunt. I met a guy who had that same itch. We left in my truck at 530am for his favorite hunting spot. On the way we hit a deer, a doe. The words from my mouth were “Ohhhh MARTHA!” (not expletives) We pushed her a good ways and when the truck came to a screeching stop she did somersaults down the road in front of us. She busted out the grill. The fender was pushed back into my door. I said “Get out and bring your gun.” I think that was a shock to this guy. She was dead so we tossed her off the road. The radiator was leaking pretty bad, so we went back home. I didn’t get to finish that hunt, but he did. He got a doe behind the house. Her name was Martha too… of course.
Dan-Dan & Martha 1992