It's a shame I don't hunt

I have nothing against hunting.  In fact, I would really like to go hunting - soon.  I have spoken recently with a couple of my buddies that are avid deer hunters.  Several of them report no deers shot this year.  I have killed two. 

I wish I could tell you of a hunting story that involved hours of predatory stalking, drenching myself in racoon urine, painting my face with army surplus camoflauge paint and finally shooting a deer at 150 yards. No, the deer I have killed are the result of simple physics and the overlapping habitats of man and deer.  You see, both cars I own now bear the scars of increasing insurance premiums and poorly chosen deductable limits.

So, if you see me driving around town this week, don't bother asking me why my front end is crushed in - I chose to keep the insurance check.