(Three Rivers, MI) While biking out in an isolated rural area I came upon these shotgun shells. Being someone born and raised in the city, they seemed an oddity.
In deer country, though, shotgun shells are as common in the woods as horse flies.
Of course, when I see empty shotgun shells side-by-side with crushed beer cans, I am glad that my travels rarely take me into areas heavily populated with November's deer hunters. Nearly as common as empty 12-gauge shells are signs declaring a particular stretch of woods as private property, so I guess I am not alone in my wariness of those drunken hunters who give the sport a bad name. I'll just make sure not to invest in outdoor chandeliers should I ever move to the country.