It’s hunting season here again. All the side roads leading to my house are a kind of Mecca for hunters because the fields around here surround a wildlife preserve with a large deer population.
I hear all their excuses, but my problem isn’t with the hunters, it’s with the fact that I don’t like it when people take joy from killing.
Most will say they don’t take joy in it, and then show off all their photos or display something on their wall with pride.
This had many titles, mainly taken from Smiths lyrics, but the turn of the nursery rhyme seemed more fitting.
Go get ’em piggy…