n Dad: (crackle) "There's a deer heading your way."
n Me: (squelch) "What about a deer?"
n Dad: (squeal) "DEER ... HEADING ... YOUR ... WAY!"
n Me: (deer exits stage left) "Oh ... I know it's 8:30, but what do you want to eat for lunch?"
The lure of a warm bed can drown out the call of the wild. My father hung up his hunting rifle years ago. Actually, I tote it out to the woods.
Dad hangs out in a toasty house and watches football during deer season. Although he still waits for an elusive animal: a winning Detroit Lions team.