They Charge

Some people may on occasion call me...gullible.

I'm not gullible though,

I just have a wild imagination and therefore believe a lot of things.

But I'm not gullible.

Taylor and I found a little pack...herd...gaggle..of deer near my house.

I really wanted to get some good pictures, so I asked Taylor to pull over.

As I was getting out of the car, Taylor said something ever so nonchalantly that scared the freaking socks off of me.
"Be careful, baby, they charge."
I stepped towards the little deer...
carefully,
slowly,
quietly,
CRUNCH

They found me out!
Bambi wanted to kill me.
I ran like h..eck back to the car, slamming the door behind me.
Taylor was laughing, because he had fooled me.
But to my defense, this wasn't my first run-in with the deer kind.
Back when I was a maw (aka youngin) I went camping with my family.
We didn't go to a campground,
no,
we were the adventurous type.
The make your own campground family.
Which meant no...er..facilities
So, one day, while I was trying to relieve myself behind a nearby bush, a deer came bounding through the forest in front of me.
BOUNDING, I tell you!
I screamed bloody murder and ran back to camp with my pants around my ankles.
I don't think I'll ever be on good terms with the deer kind.