You’re sitting at a red light, look in the rear-view mirror and see a mini-van (which has seen better days), with not only a Christmas Tree strapped to the top, but a dead deer. Yes, folks in blogland around the world, it’s Buck Season in good ole’ West Virginia, or as I like to call it, Men Who Hide Themselves From Animals So They Can Kill Them and then Drink Beer season. The odd thing about this sighting though, (I was near Wal Mart so maybe it isn’t all that odd), is that a woman was driving the mini-van. I saw kids in the back but no male with an orange vest. Maybe Joe Bob was too drunk to remove his prized kill from the top of the vehicle before sending his wife out to get a tree. Why, oh why, can I not find a man of such caliber?