Hunting season opened last Saturday, November 19, in upstate New York. But, hunters have been prowling around the woods for weeks, getting ready for something. Maybe they make plans with the deer to meet somewhere on hunting day.
When I go on my walk, I talk out loud to myself and blow my nose really loud, so the hunters realize I am not potential dinner. Although, it would be a big disappointment if I did get shot. I am skinny with very little meat.
I walk pass marks in the ground where someone got their vehicle stuck in the mud. Probably a hunter who came up from New York City and is not use to driving on anything other than pavement.
In general, the hunters are all cordial. I don’t see gluttony. They eat what they kill. As for the hunters who don’t make a kill, they seem relieved and content to have been able to walk the woods in their decorative hunting gear.
“From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly, before those who fear you I will fulfill my vows. The poor will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the LORD will praise him—may your hearts live forever!” (Ps. 22:25-26, NIV)