The first time I saw a man walking down the highway with a rifle, I was slightly taken aback, until I realized he was a hunter, out looking for something to shoot at.
Since then, we've seen all kinds of these good ol' boys - they park their trucks in stupid places, pick up truck after pick up truck, pulled barely off the road. They walk along the side of the road with their head-to-toe camo garb, guns in hand, and their fancy sonar thingamabobs pointed at the bush, so they know whether it's worthwhile to even venture into yonder. (Kinda takes the fun out of it, doncha think?)
Occasionally, we hear shots ring out from the bushes just south of us. (Actually, I think it's often Back-Door Doug, shooting at stuff. Lawnmower Dave gets the occasional groundhog too, god love him. Especially after that incident.)
And then, just when you thought you'd seen it all...yesterday I saw something I've never ever seen before.
A jeep, flying down the highway, with a big old dead dear (umm, that should be deer!) strapped to the roof rack! If that ain't country livin' I dunno what is!
"If you've ever driven down the highway, with a 12 point buck strapped to your roof rack..."