Although I am not a hunter, I will not post my land prohibiting it.

From my front porch, shown here, there are 18 acres of land bordering pastures, streams and rivers. Soon it will deer season.

But hunting has been a tradition in Maine since it was a state. Actually, a lot earlier as Maine didn't become a state until 1820. So I let it happen.

One of my neighbors, though, is posting big time. He just bought about 100 acres, and actually built a fence that prohibits hunters from parking near the hunting areas. And he has put up many No Hunting signs.

He is a dentist in Lewiston, and evidently struck gold in those gums of the Twin Cities. He is buying up every woodlot in the area. And to my distaste, he is clear-cutting acre after acre.

What a guy, eh?

Actually, if I were posting I would put up signs saying "No Deer Here." I haven't seen a deer in three years, nor have the neighbors, not since Nick the 'Chuck Hunter stopped growing beans on one of the lower pastures.

No beans, no deer, is what they are saying.

Hunters sometimes park in my driveway without permission. That makes my cranky.

But all in all, I say let the deer hunters have their day - or month - and November is coming up fast.

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