Since I started hunting, on the first day of rifle whitetail season, our local radio station has played a game called "Hunting or Drunk in the Cabin." As a 12-year-old that sort of appalled me. Today that really appalls me. But what I really don't understand are the people who are Drunk in the Woods.
Now, don't get me wrong. A good whiskey after a long day in the woods goes a long way. There's not much better, now that I think about it. The keyword there is AFTER.
An opinion piece on the Hattiesburg American website stresses the dangers of hunting under the influence. It's written by a sympathetic non-hunter, so it's not quite the best op-ed about hunting, but he make a good point.
Who in their right mind would climb up a tree with a loaded gun or weapon of any kind while half-sauced?