Ruminants as a Constant Topic

Bill's home, and the talk is deer, deer, deer--blah, blah, blah. It doesn't matter what the discussion is about, it always reverts to deer. If it weren't for the fact that the freezer is venison-challenged, I'd be less patient than I am. Note however, that so far, there are no actual deer being harmed in this exercise.

He gets up before the sun and goes to sit in the woods. He keeps seeing deer, but they are either too small, or in a place where a shot would be inconvenient, or they see him before he sees them.

I am trying mightily to act interested, but after three or four days of yakkety-yak about the habits and locations and behaviors of said pear-eating bandits, I get bored. Just bring me the meat--then, and only then, will I listen to the Great Hunter story with enthusiasm.