You know it’s opening weekend of firearms deer hunting in Minnesota when…
- you drive downtown Faribault before noon on Saturday and notice pick-up trucks ringing a corner bar and a dead deer in the back of one.
- you spot a dead deer dangling from a tree while driving to church on Sunday morning.
- you notice that the divider curtains in the Clinton Falls church (at which you are a visitor) are made of a deer print fabric. (Not that these were installed specifically because of deer hunting, but…)
- a woman, during prayer time, asks for protection for hunters.
- on the way to lunch at your nephew’s house, you see a hunter dressed in orange carrying a bow and arrow.
- your brother-in-law and great nephew share about the six deer who walked through the yard after they’d returned from hunting, without a deer.
- your nephew excuses himself from a houseful of guests to hunt for deer before the sun sets.
- your sister-in-law retells her tale of bagging a deer, with her car, along a dark stretch of highway in central Minnesota. Her family claimed the deer and got more venison than when her husband shoots one. (The unlucky highway roaming deer suffered only broken legs, meaning no meat spoilage.)
What can you add to this list?