Soon it will be deer hunting season. Or if things go wrong it could get switched about, as in this postcard above. Not only did the hunter fall asleep but the writer wrote upside down on the card. The only reason I can find is that they were writing about New York grape country – miles and miles of it. Perhaps they had a little taste of the fruit of the vine?
A song popped into my head just now, looking at that photo of deer and man. I have to wonder which of them will end up in the stewpot!