I'm in Georgia, going through some backwoods. Just on the way into town, I came across a classic Confederate scene. As I was looking at a beautiful property with a two-story wooden building on it that looked unsure about staying standing much longer, I noticed a pickup truck. An older man on the steps of a house, with a pair of overalls hanging off one shoulder and revealing a belly, pointed over to a few young men by the pickup. In the back of the truck, I could see that they had a huge deer. They had just caught it, and it still looked half-alive.
Continuing through the autumnal hills with leaves changing colors.
Rock & Roll!!! :)
We really give a hoot!