Don't means don't

I've been following another blog for awhile now. The author hails from the Flint Hills of Kansas. I enjoy reading this particular blog because of some shared interests and some non-interests. However, the latest work that was posted revolves around a topic that is dear to my heart. Here is the author's take on "pest control". While I'm not certain whether or not it was written as a comical piece as there are many quips and comedic phrases, I'm still not certain.

The hunters that come out to the Farm are a bunch of decent guys. Two I really enjoy visiting with, the other three drop off some tasty meat every other week. All in all, I have no complaints. I do however have a problem with the administration disregarding the rules posted by our maintenance head, the hunting organizer, and the local DNR enforcement.

DO NOT FEED THE DEER.

Simple rule. There are three corn cribs that the feed from, dozens of hay bales they can feed from, even with the three feet of snow there is plentiful vegetation that they can feed from as well. They don't need peanut butter samiches, apples, and candy.

Being annexed on the fringes of an urban community, we are termed an overpopulation center. While not technically true since the deer can leave the property and hit the local farms, and all of the deer harvested this year are all disease free, we do have quite a large number.

But rules are rules. Even if you are the head honcho, you are expected to follow the rules. I don't care if your kids want to see a deer, or you want to take pictures of them in their "natural environment". Authority figures - I think - should follow the rules because they set an example to the line grunts.

I also think that they should open up shotgun season out here for employees. Screw the neighbors. Bluahaus will take care of the 16 deer that walk across our front yard every day and night. While 16 less won't put a dent in our population numbers, it will add to the 35 harvested already.

Poaching is a cardinal sin, but to those of us living on the property, we should get our nuisance tags.

I want a cross bow.

Buck