That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 03, 2018

Gunther quickly remembered rule #1 about hunting: bring ammo.

Once again, Greg’s family goes hungry for the winter because of his obsessive need to polish the bullets before shooting.

“No need to run away – this one’s too dumb to be dangerous.”

The buck drew nearer, cautiousness muted by the scent of unwrapped peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich.

It was important for Jacques to keep his glasses clean. The last time he shot a deer, it had a collar with a name tag on it….wasn’t a deer at all.

What happens at the woodpile stays at the woodpile.

There he is. There’s the guy who shot Bambi’s mother. I’ve got to gather the others so we can follow him home and get our revenge!

The timber thief while trying to cover his calloused hands, “Why no sir, I am merely standing by this wood. I am clearly an avid hunter. What makes you think I am not?”

He’s not after the deer – he’s waiting for the out of season hunters.

“Uh, no sir. I was blowing my nose. I was NOT doing a deer call. Why do you ask?”

Without his glasses, Herbert the Hungarian Hunter was blind as a bat. When he wore them, he was still a lousy shot !

Town’s people had questions about Thomas; the feminine scarves, man-bag, and his proclivity for Broadway tunes.

“I say—a gentleman hunts only real deer with antlers. A gentleman does not deign to slay a creature with an antenna on its head.”

The wood pile is where I shot my 5 point.

Hunter’s Grief, Wild Animals Joy: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Julius_Monien_J%C3%A4gers_Leid_Wildtiers_Freud_1886.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

http://www.askart.com/artist/Julius_Monien/11055394/Julius_Monien.aspx 

has sparse info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s indirectly pointed to by the first URL. This is the first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2052 (October 2, 2018) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

It always happens that the deer come out to watch during duck hunting season.

Last week he mistook a peasant for a pheasent.

the bottle under the cloth was more interesting than the deer for dinner.

A bird in the hand is worth a buck in the bush.Or is the other way around? (that a buck in the hand is worth a bird in the bush)?

When I decided to make leather-covered belt buckles as thank you gifts for my groomsmen and our ushers, I phoned my fiancé for her input on the patterns I had, as her brother was a groomsman and her law school classmate Wayne was the head usher. “I have traditional Western floral … oak leaves and acorns … a horse … a fiery horse … a ten point buck …” “Make Wayne the ten point buck.” He was a hunter.

“Shoo deer! How will anybody note my nonchalant air and lopsided mustache if you’re over there gobbling up precious picture space?”

Milton Goodposture wipes his hands, pleased that he finished November’s wood cutting for the severe winter ahead. Now he only needs to build a cabin.