Thursday 20 December 2012

Ruffling Up Some Feathers With Deer Hunting T-Shirts

By Quincy Bendis


I guess in retrospect, growing up in the south is a whole lot different than growing up anywhere else in the United States of America. I'm not saying I wish things were different, but if the South had won the war and become it's out country it would not have been all that weird. The south is like a different planet when you go live anywhere else in the country. Wearing deer hunting t-shirts, cooking squirrel stew, frog gigging, and riding four wheelers would make me a social pariah where I live now.

These are normal, typical occurrences in places like Georgia and Tennessee. When you have to move out west to California for an engineering job with your family, you really have to make an adjustment on the way you live your life. You certainly can't wear a gun on your hip in California, and everyone who sees your deer hunting t-shirts are going to look at you like you're an alien from space.

It's not my accent or my general style of walking and talking that turns people off out here in California. Just look at how well Matthew McConaughey has done with it. The atmosphere is super diverse out here, and as long as you're willing to let go of your roots you can completely phase into the society. What they will not accept, though, is the idea of a hunter. Animal activists run everything out here, and don't make the mistake of being caught out in public wearing deer hunting t-shirts.

California prides itself on its accepting nature. Unlike most of my kin back home, I have absolutely no problem with the gays. Do whatever you need to do to be happy, buddy. Liberals are okay people too if you give them a chance to talk about something other than politics. I think that I can be just as accepting as any of these other folks out here, so how is it they can't bring themselves to accept me? I used to wear deer hunting t-shirts 6 days a week back home, but if I wear them for one minute outside of my home I get told that I'm a murderer by some animal rights blowhard.

All I want to do is get through this work contract and move back home with enough cash in my pocket to buy me and the family a house. I'm not made to be out here. I miss the woods and the quiet. I miss wearing my deer hunting t-shirts where I please without anyone yelling at me. I miss foggy mornings and beers with my buddies. I miss my home.




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