HA. Or Sam Adams Oktoberfest!
I'm where I go when I'm mailing it in, the blind behind my parents. Didn't feel like working too hard and the farm is worthless. Anything can happen back here. What is sure to happen is I'm reading Steven Rinella's book on the Kindle, eating deer jerky and not doing chores. Got my duck stuff all ready for tomorrow, so I'll say it again: Fuck deer.