I've heard lots of gun shots lately so I'm guessing deer hunting season has begun. Yesterday a friend and I hiked the Devil's Marbleyard and when we reached the base of the trail I realized we forgot orange vests. We improvised. Susan found a yellow bag in her van and tied it to her backpack. I knew the woman who lived across the street from the trail so I asked her if she could loan me something orange to wear. She found a sweatshirt for me and I tied it around my neck.
Tomorrow James is doing a 22 mile training run with some others who are running the Hellgate 100. He has his orange vest ready to go. I'm glad. I recently read about 2 people whose dogs were shot by hunters. I don't understand why people shoot without knowing exactly what they're shooting at. Guns make me nervous but that doesn't mean I dislike hunters. I appreciate the venison our friends give us. If any of you hunter-friends are reading this and have extra meat I'm sure I can find room in our freezer for some.
Please be careful out there.