Yesterday we had all of Casey's family over for a Zaugg SausageFest (yeah, I know how it sounds) which is basically a BBQ of bratwurst, sausages, hotdogs and lots of other DELICIOUS side foods like corn, fruit, corn salsa, potato salad etc. Over dinner we had a funny little conversation with my niece that I thought I would share.
I was complaining about how the deer DEMOLISHED my tomato plants that I had JUST bought AND stepped all over my new box garden.
Now, my Dad is a big hunter so I've grown up loving venison, but I've never been a hunter myself; HOWEVER, this is personal. It is now my main goal to hunt and shoot a deer. Only then will my vengeance be satisfied. So, my NRA brother-in-law, Brady, offered to take me hunting with him. The conversation went something like this:
Me: I'm serious about this!
Brady: I'll take you hunting sometime.
Me: Do you have a gun I can borrow?
Brady: Oh yeah, it shoots a buckshot that will make an absolute mess out of the deer.
Me: If we actually bag a deer I'll go half-sies with you to get it processed.
Brady: Sounds great.
Cassandra (Brady's 6 year old daughter): Don't shoot the deer! That is not very nice!
Me: Well, it wasn't very nice of the deer to eat my plants either.
Cassandra: But the deer were just hungry!
Me: (with a wicked grin) So am I.
Cassandra: (looks down at her lap and mutters) the deer never eat our garden....
Me: That's because you don't live in the mountains AND you have a fence around your whole yard.
Brady: (shaking his head) Dang Bambi's socialist agenda...