COMMENTARY
It’s deer season.
No, not the time of year to shoot ’em. You hit ’em with your car.
Me, I just missed a prize buck. He was poised to leap into my path but hesitated. I could almost count the points. He had lots.
Oh well. I don’t much like venison, trophies have to be dusted, and it’s rather nice when you don’t have to call a wrecker to a remote stretch of a two-lane aer dark.
Seriously. If y…