The Mighty Hunters!

IN MID-NOVEMBER, up in these parts, there occurs a strange event known as deer-hunting season. It's not so much an event, actually, as a state of mind, a feeling of euphoria. For fifteen days, the man in red attire is king. He has the tacit consent of everyone concerned to drop all responsibilities and head for the woods, there to consume unlimited quantities of strong drink at any hour of the day or night. This course of action is almost expected of him, no matter how moderate his habits may be.