Facing The Haters Of Deer Hunting T-Shirts Wherever I Go

By Larson Bendis


I swear, there is nowhere else on earth like the deep south. I totally mean that, too. If I were an outsider looking in, I would understand how weird and strange some of the things we do are. I can completely understand how frog gigging might turn some people off. Then again, there are some things that seem completely natural to me, like wearing deer hunting t-shirts and riding my four-wheeler through the woods. What I once thought were the most natural things in the world, I soon found myself being laughed at for outside of the deep south.

Growing up in the south made me really accustomed to things like camouflage, deer hunting t-shirts, and four wheelers. When you have to move to the west coast because you were offered a contractual job that pays way more than anything you could do at home and are forced to move to California to work for three years...well, things can get a little strained if you don't acclimate yourself to your new surroundings quickly.

It's not my accent or my general style of walking and talking that turns people off out here in California. Just look at how well Matthew McConaughey has done with it. The atmosphere is super diverse out here, and as long as you're willing to let go of your roots you can completely phase into the society. What they will not accept, though, is the idea of a hunter. Animal activists run everything out here, and don't make the mistake of being caught out in public wearing deer hunting t-shirts.

California prides itself on its accepting nature. Unlike most of my kin back home, I have absolutely no problem with the gays. Do whatever you need to do to be happy, buddy. Liberals are okay people too if you give them a chance to talk about something other than politics. I think that I can be just as accepting as any of these other folks out here, so how is it they can't bring themselves to accept me? I used to wear deer hunting t-shirts 6 days a week back home, but if I wear them for one minute outside of my home I get told that I'm a murderer by some animal rights blowhard.

I try to tell my folks and friends how it is out here, but I don't think they really understand. My mom still sends me deer hunting t-shirts every birthday and Christmas without fail. When my contract is up, we're moving back to the south where real people live. I'm losing the shirts and the accent, but the south will always be in my heart.




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