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Show Chatter Box . . . Dear Suzy, It has come to that time of the year when men are men and women wom-en resent it. After having nothing to do but fish all summer, now the "bringers home" of the bread and butter start in on their hunting. They get a good start on the ducks this Saturday, and then the next Saturday they take out after the m deer. It would be a great life to be JR a man and have all this activity planned for you so that there would never be a dull moment. Sometimes I wonder how they pass their time away that short period in the Spring when the hunting is closed and they are sitting around cross as bears waiting for the catfish cat-fish to start biting. The Wildlife bunch is taking advantage ad-vantage of the coming deer mint and is throwing another of their so-ccalled "dances." They ought to look up that word some time and see what it means. One of these days they are going to come before the law charged with falsifying their advertising, because dancing is what they do the least of on that night. After they get decked out in their deer hnting clothes, knives, bullets, boots and what not they are really packing a load. And, speaking of loads, some of them are beauties. The strength of the combined breaths is all that hold Van's Hall roof up that particular par-ticular night. They don't need a floor at all, because they are high enough to not touch. The dance has a better side, tho, it is the best deer conservation project the club has undertaken. After partaking of Old Oscar Pepper Pep-per with rum chasers, the mighty deer hunters have had cases of "eyecrossitis" that have lingered j until well beyond Thanksgiving. One nimrod this past year went hunting for ten straight days after the dance and said, "I didn't see a buck all season." He used too , many words, he should have said, "I didn't see, period." They named the club perfectly , when they called themselves the , Wildlife and they live up to every , letter of it. Slaywart men, who have rallied from their annual beefsteak party up the canyon in the Spring, after several months of , diet and care, fall by the wayside during this Fall fiesta that brings back their ulcers in one swoop. Men who tread the straight and j narrow path every day of the week (well, almost every day) succumb to this treatment of buckitis and spirirts that is so very prevalent , that night. , Still there are 834 people who |