And I’m not gonna talk about that I wanna talk about deer. Apparently there’s hella animals in suburban neighborhoods. Coyotes, wild dogs, deer, etc. the last 3 nights I saw deer. The first night I saw a herd of 9 mf deer. There were so many and I got so close before they ran off that I could smell them.
that’s what I wanna talk about. All these deer I’ve seen have let me get super close and I’m just jogging down the street in reflective gear out in the open. This has led me to believe there’s no bragging rights in hunting deer. Like if I had a javelin and learned how to throw it for like a week I bet I could kill one of these mfs. And if I had that RPK pshhhhh
I always thought to be a hunter there had to be some kind of forest stalking skill or stealth going on but I’m out there crunching snow and smacking my feet against the pavement in minimalist running shoes. They don’t give a fuck until I’m right up on them.
now I know why every guy on naked and afraid whose like all confident at the beginning bc he’s a “hunter” doesn’t catch anything then gets really hungry then thanks the hippy girl for sharing the crayfish she caught in the river in the basket she weaved. It’s bc these guys are just hanging out until there’s a deer then pulling the trigger. I get what hunting is now