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Show TOM FOOLERY... . We. swear by the antlers of a six-point buck that 0 never again will we be caught, dead or alive, in town on the opening day of deer season. To face another day like ' the one we went through last Saturday is unthinkable. To suffer again the contemptuous stares of women and chil- e dren, who were wondering all too obviously why we weren't on the mountain with the rest of the red-blooded men of the community, is out of the question. Somehow during the days which preceded the hunt we u didn't notice that practically everyone but us was wearing a bright red shirt and a brighter red cap. Nor did we realize the heresy we were committing by answering in the nega- , tive the oft-asked question: "You all set to get your buck?" I After all, we didn't even own a gun, had never shot 1 anything more powerful than a cap pistol and had never given any thought to deer, either as individuals or a class. Next year, though, things are going to be different. None of this rugged individualism for us. Next year we're going to be part of the mob up on the mountain searching out the venizen steak. Somebody else can face the women 1 and children who annually take overMhe town during deer reason. |