Good thing I don’t hunt

On my drives back and forth from Springfield, MO to Columbia, MO this weekend, I realized that the deer population here is a bit out of control. I’m no hunter, but the number of car-smacked deer decomposing along the roadside sort of laid waste to my hippie-dippy no-hunting lifestyle. There apparently aren’t enough cars in Missouri to whack enough deer to keep them out of the streets.

My dad used to hunt back when I was kid. Whether he tired of the process or he grew soft in his retirement, he now enjoys going to a local lake and scouting for deer at sundown. He took my family with him tonight and we were not disappointed.

If my Nikon had been a rifle, we could be eating venison for the next few years. Instead, I took a few pictures and headed back home for some ice cream. You can see the few shots I knocked off (and the deer I didn’t) over at my Flickr account.

The Missouri portion of my whirlwind travel schedule is just about complete. Headed back home for some necessary appointments, followed by Costa Rica and Las Vegas in the next couple of weeks. I don’t figure to see any more deer for a while.