We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I hike in the woods a lot. I've got a couple of warm jackets that are brownish in color and I never wear them in the woods at any time. Some folks have been known to take a deer out of season. I leave my antlers at home too.
I'm sorry, but I just feel naked walking in the woods without my antlers, can't leave them behind, the hike would just not seem festive without them! And that big white towel hanging out of my back pocket, never know when hands might need a wipe. Plus the fresh air makes me blow my nose a lot, sort of a snorting sound that makes.
In the woods in back of my house - about six/seven years ago - I was out very early in the morning and heading towards my tree stand - that middle dark period when everything is gray goop with dark areas right before first light.
Traipsing along the old logging track, I heard the snap crackle of some twigs being stepped on. I was about 10 yards from my tree stand, the light was coming up and whatever it was was moving parallel to me. I'm figuring a nice buck because of the noise, the snuffling and oh man, I'm up wind - perfect. Slowly climb the stand, set up and start scanning the area where the noise was.
Noise is increasing - whatever it is is big. I'm figuring the twelve pointer that had been reported in the area - trophy deer. All of a sudden, crash out of the brush line comes this monster horse (turns out it was a coal black Percheron with this guy on back, western saddle, chaps and other accoutrements. Guy looks around, spots me and calmly and shouts loud enough to alert every single deer from Connecticut to New Hampshire "Hey - how do I get back to the Miller property - I got lost".
Excellent advice! I hadn't even thought about it. Now I know why I've always preferred wearing my moose costume, instead, when I'm in the woods -- which is really the only place left that I can wear it, without people in town mocking me, and children throwing stones at my glorious antlers.