special hunting edition

I might have mentioned before that I live on a half dead road...
that is, I would be at the end of a dead end road, because the road peters out after my driveway, but if you have a 4 wheel drive vehicle, you could bounce and whine your way up to the top, or bounce and careen your way down from the top.
It is a "cut through" road. Mostly it is used by me for brisk, head clearing, heart pumping walks, because it is steep, and goes up through a swatch of large trees that have strangely not been logged (I believe because from observing the surveyors ribbons, there seems to be a border overlap along the edge of the road and perhaps some uncertainty about ownership.) Lucky for the trees, and me.
Occasionally it is used by other people, to sneak home from the bar in town at night the back way, or to dump odd things they find themselves with that they don't know what to do with or don't want to get caught with. Deer and turkey out of season for example, or used condoms and once I found a box of porno dvds.
Sometimes, it is building scraps, I have gleaned an entire sheet of exterior grade plywood and a wonderful outdoor table that only needed a slight bit of repair...but occasionally, there is just plain old garbage, or dead bodies.
A variety of dead bodies.... deer carcasses, dogs, cats, dead baby goats, and once I even found a tiny black dead baby horse dropped off, wrapped carefully in a big black garbage bag.
Sometimes, I do the forensics, the baby goat was stillborn, looked like selenium deficiency, that cat was a hit and run, most dogs are usually head shots.

I walked up there this week after the big thanksgiving hunting weekend, carrying a bit of curiosity with me..did someone do a good job of cutting the meat off the shoulder of the deer they bagged, or was it an amateur butcher job? Did they keep the head to mount? Did they toss the legs and hooves every which a way, or line them up...people are strange....
Anyway, carpeted in wet leaves, the road was pleasantly and surprisingly clean after the holiday weekend..except for this impressively large pile of beer cans. (Four 12 packs to come out of the back of one pickup truck is impressive, I don't care how redneck you are)


But it was the label on the Busch box that caught my attention......"special edition hunting package"
Great! loaded rednecks with loaded guns.....now that's my idea of a wholesome, family style thanksgiving weekend!