First of all let me preface the situation. My family and I live in my grandparents house in the country (built in 1957). Plenty of undeveloped land behind us, no neighbors to the left of us and three houses to the left of us.
I was getting a start to the day with a soak in the hot tub at 6:30a.m. this beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was coming up, the birds were singing their wonderous tunes and the world around me was awakening and preparing for winter at the same time.....then BANG!.....BANG!......(a few seconds later)....BANG!
It deeply saddened me, as I knew what the gunshots were for. Within 10 minutes, I had heard shots from the North, East and South. It is hunting season...AND...I live in the country. I wished with all my heart that the little deer got away.
Upon my return from work today at 1:30, there was not only one, but two deer hanging in the tree within 100' of my house prepared to be slaughtered.
I know "to each his own", but it is pretty tough to watch.
I thought about it the rest of the day.
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