Awwww...pretty pictures, der Brucer!
We actually didn't see very many pretty colors yet...leaf season has barely started in Jasper. We had to go up to deer hunting land to find "Frog Togs", which as supposed to be the best lightweight, water-repellant outer garments on the market.
This meant that we had to go to a huge, very high end store predominately devoted to deer hunters and the accessories they require. It was full of people with tattoos, more tattoos than teeth in some cases. (Most of the tattoos were spelled correctly.)
It usually takes Greg a long time to decide what he's going to purchase so I had ample time to explore the store. I'm not sure what was the most disturbing: fake wooden rifles that the kids can carry around so they can be like daddy, or the dresses for little girls made out of camoflage material but then adorned with lace! With a matching hat that says "Daddy's Little Hunter"! If my daddy dressed me up in that crap, you can be sure I'd be hunting him down, and not with a wooden gun. Oh yes. And what if your little tyke gets lost in the woods? What then, eh? Not so cute anymore!
Uhhhh...are there any hunters in this group? Sorry if I'm offending anyone...
But the other thing that actually made me feel ill is the length (and expense!) that these people will go to to hunt deer. All these high-tech tree stands and clothing covered with a leaf-life material and a garnish that you could wrap around yourself to look even MORE like a tree, an evil, gun-wielding tree that is, plus the bags of deer chow and other attractants you can use to lure the deer into a false sense of security (or maybe even a garter belt!) and well, it seemed like the deer don't stand a chance! It was very depressing.
As an antidote to all this imagined carnage, I cracked open the new book and read the very cheerful first story, since my regular bedtime companion (I just typed that as "compainion"!) would be up until dawn prepping for his shoot.
I thoroughly enjoyed it, although it didn't make me have wonderful dreams. I mostly dreamed of cats wrestling around on top of me. Or wait...maybe it wasn't a dream! Now I'm up and will find out "How to Write a Dirty Book" (Chpater 2!).