I used to run a therapeutic riding program in BOSTON. Under the Elevated trains.... Near Franklin park... we used to walk down to the convenience store... I'd be in Breeches and Boots...used to get catcalls at first... till I started WEARING my buck knife!
They left me alone after that!
Then again that WAS in 1980... before I got old...
Better still- last week before our foster B and T died... my husband MORON that he is... decided to take her for a Nice walk in the wetlands across the St... She started hunting peepers...it got longer... he went around the water.... a few miles... NOW we're on friends land... they have an orchard and they SHOOT lots of THINGS... Uma (the dog) had a blaze orange harness and leash...Bob was wearing a dark brown coat and... EVEN better- a RABBIT FUR HAT! HAHAHAHAHA! Miracle his head was not shot off! can you say DUMB?!!!!
I do meet an occaisional hunter but NO ONE near here knows what a coonhound is. Dummies! They don't know what they are missing...but they sure can HEAR IT!
Heather WIlliam and the BIGCASTLEDAWGS
PS- ARACHUD- What is a WAWA?????