Below is a picture I snapped after a successful outing this past Saturday.
It is a photo of my favorite rifle with blood on the stock, leaning against a tree.
It is bloody because I either:
(a) picked it up with a bloody hand,
(b) used it to finish off a wounded deer,
(c) put the blood there as a symbol of a successful hunt,
(d) deeply cut my finger trying to open a pack of TicTacs, or
(e) absentmindedly threw a piece of bloody trachea away from the carcass and hit the ONLY object within 900 square acres I would have preferred to NOT get bloody.
A Man in the Woods (finally)