Rats with Antlers...
Get ready for some VENISON.
They should be harvested for food. They aren't too cute to eat. I can almost taste the venison stew now. . .
There are 55,000 car-deer accidents in Wisconsin every year, many fatal. Protecting deer isn't environmentalism. It's murder.
Just watch out for liver flukes, otherwise Bambi-burgers are yummy!
Here in Washington State, we have Elk which, in terms of size, are between white tails and moose. Hit a male Elk and there is a good chance the both of you will be going to the great forest in the sky.
Here in CT there are no "lost" cats only snacks that won't be coming home.
You can lead a deer to a condom, but you can't make him use it.
The solution is venison pot roast( cooked with Louisiani Hot Sauce, red wine, garlic and coriander seeds!
"PETA will flip out. It's hard to believe this is from the Times."
Well notice that theTimes stops short of recommending hunting - an activity that is too testosterone intensive to pass its PC requirments.
Just a reminder to cool off your deer as quickly as possible and to SKIN it as quick as possible. The gaminess comes from the glands in the skin which transfers thru the fat and then into the meat.
Also don't forget to let the meat hang to age/tenderize/ and get rid of the "raw" taste.
Do this and you will fool the bambi lovers every time.
PETA - People Eating Tasty Animals
It's time to cull the herds.
Two words. BOW HUNTING.
I'll bet someone at the Times just ran into a deer with his Mercedes.
Not a cute deer.
Cute deer.
Wasn't the NY Times behind the animal rights activists some years ago when they called deer hunters murders, and lobbied for a reduction in deer hunting tags?
So, now they've reversed their opinion? What happened? Did the NY Times editors find that uncontrolled deer populations can ruin their lawns, and flower beds?
All of a sudden "Bambi" isn't so cute when they plow into one while driving on the Turnpike into NY City.
Deer must of got into the editoral writer's garden. Now only if we returned some of those cute, cuddly wolves to suburban New York . . .
The doe just appeared in my headlight, flying over a low stone wall by the side of the road. I centerpunched her before I even knew what was going on. Somehow I didn't wreck, but my right side exhaust pipe was flattenend, my front fender was missing, there was hair all around my headlight, and I still have the gas tank in my garage with a big soft dent in one side.
But God forbid, the herd should be thinned by hunters, I suppose.
These are food animals. We should EAT them!