I spent the morning in the deer blind. My grandpa always called it “The Hooch.” I don’t know its etymology. It has nothing to do with that dog movie (in case you were wondering). It’s a modified school bus house. In the old days, the school systems in West Virginia would put up bus houses, which were meant to be some modest form of shelter for kids waiting on the bus during the winter.
The Hooch has been moved many times. When it was initially set up for hunting purposes, it was called the Ramada Inn. My grandpa set it up for comfort and convenience. It even had a propane heater for those really cold, snowy deer season mornings.
My sister and I were employed to give it its first coat of paint. It was painted Pennzoil yellow, and I wound up getting more yellow paint in my sister’s hair than I got on The Hooch.
Gun I shoot shit with.
One of the features of The Hooch is that my grandpa installed a box to its side. The purpose? To be a nice footrest.
However, the squirrels have decided that the footrest box is a nice place for an alfresco restaurant, and they have chewed massive holes in it.
They also leave their trash all over the place:
Deer hunting wasn’t very fruitful today.
I’ll explain why in another post.
(But if we are friends on Facebook, then you know already…)
