
An all too common sight in the forest -- signs that have been all shot up.

Here's a closer look. I wonder how much the county has to spend replacing these wounded signs dying the death of a thousand shots.

I suppose it's related to tagging, like graffiti, or those century old Chinese ideograph tags I saw on the Great Wall. Except that there's no identity involved. Just the temptation to shoot up a sign. Husband and I gave into the urge one time, long ago; the target was a pretty far gone sign out the Perkinsville Road. Shame on us!
2 comments:
Better a sign than a defenseless critter.
I never took a shot at critter; wouldn't! I think my husband once hit a squirrel and suffered pangs of guilt for a long time thereafter. On the other hand, we've never been hungry!
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