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At the start of deer season everyone is armed. Not really "everyone", mostly head trauma patients, drunks, or meth addicts. Even though Ithaca is left-wing central and often referred to as "10 square miles of sanity surrounded by normality", that normality leaks in at times. When hunting season starts, it gushes.

My one neighbor who counts as a "leak" is really just a squatter in a trailer on someone else’s land. Recently I ventured out at dusk to throw a stick for my dog not 20 feet from my front door when I heard a shot come from his direction. I’ve heard it before so I ignored it. Suddenly there was another followed by the "wzzzzzzzz" of a wild shot not that far in front of me and the "smack" of something hitting my neighbor’s house. A deer careened through my yard as if on fire. I was pissed off. He was shooting toward a cluster of houses aiming (and I use the term loosely) at deer standing on my property. Most importantly, he was shooting towards ME. I wanted to put his gun to imaginative uses, but that would be legally messy and slightly hypocritical. I resorted to yelling in his direction not to shoot toward houses.

At sundown, December 9th the madness ends.