How You Know Your Living in the U.P.

You know your a yooper when . . . the day before deer season opens (saturday), standing outside on a ladder painting trim on the house, and you feel like your in a war zone because of all the gun fire. Now this isn't just people "sighting" their guns, or there would be more than just a single shot from the same location. There were single shots every 10 -15 minutes from different places all around me. We live on a hill and have well over a mile view to the south, and the shots were singular and from various distances from different directions. It was obvious that deer were dropping . . . a day early. Standing outside painting on saturday morning, and I felt like I was in the middle of a combat zone, I have to say was an interesting experience. No buck has a chance from here to Milwaukee. I was just hoping that everyone was a good shot and that no stray bullets would make their way to the house. You also know your a yooper in deer season when you go to a school to see some kids for O.T. (Baraga School) and it's closed for the "holiday" (opening of deer season). Oh boy. So with the free 1/2 hour I had before my next appointment . . . I fished. I was going to take the tackle box and pole out of the trunk of my car, but with these decent days, they are still there. In the U.P. I don't think your considered a real man unless you hunt and fish. Hey, at least I have 1 of 2, right?