"Could y'all go somewhere else so I can deer hunt?"

The deep voice from nowhere startles Comrade Caren Jew and me an hour into our early morning jog last Saturday. We've ventured up a steep hillside from Seneca Creek and into a barren meadow. My beard is rimed with ice. Caren is examining some frosty seed pods on an ocean of withered stalks.

Then we remember: today is the first day of hunting season! We look around but see no one. Perhaps it would be wise to retreat?

We do.

TopicRunning - TopicPersonalHistory - TopicProfiles - TopicHumor - 2007-11-30

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