Actually, it is "a-hunting he went," now. Today is J.R.'s birthday, he is twenty-four. J.R. has thought always that it is pretty spiffy that his birthday and the opening day of firearm deer season in Michigan coincide. His hunting has resulted in two deer mounted on our walls, a seven-point (among many other deer) that he successfully bagged this morning, and J.R. spending at least the morning of every birthday since age fourteen hunting. To J.R., and many others, November 15 is a holiday, a fact that is summed up rather accurately in Escanaba in da Moonlight, "it's like Christmas - with guns."
Happy birthday, J.R. - I love you, dear!
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