SHOOT THE MESSENGER

When this photo arrived in one of those You're-a-redneck-if ... e-mails, I laughed out loud.

Then I realized that this doorbell most likely is the rear-end of a real deer that
was gunned down like Bambi's mother and cut to pieces.

Now, I can understand the logic of hunting, even though I would have a difficult time killing any animal. I also understand that most hunters eat what they kill. And personally, I'm grateful for the folks at Perdue who do the dirty work so I can enjoy eating chicken.

But looking at this photo again, it sort of made me sick, like the deer heads and antler sets that hung as trophies in my grandfather's and father's homes.

OK, so maybe it's just the thought of what kind of sound that doorbell makes.