Be it the Wildcat music, or the doe and buck hunting (aided by an unkindly scent, although some love it), there is something for everyone this weekend

Its getting Wild with the unfolding holiday(s):
— With the uncertainty involving the Minnesota Wild’s lineup in goal, some coming, some going, its fitting that the band playing the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday evening, Nov. 22, is called Slap Shot.
— For less then $4 (all Saturday) at Fleet Farm in Hudson you can purchase doe urine for the deer hunt. Word has it that some rich, foreign hunters — who got into the country with a sponsorship from the NRA –and come from a land of plenty, but without many mammals to shoot, and who prize drinking such stuff as a delicacy, quaffed it all and as a result didn’t get their 12-pointer this time around. (Just kidding)

— Although Ziggy’s still does it best, it is not the only route to go for free peanuts (being on the bar rail) or even street food. Fleet Farm steps in again, with a huge flyer for the hunting season and everything you might want (snacks mostly) for sitting for hours on your tree stand. Today’s huge flyer has ten pages of all kinds of equipment for the hunt, and the centerfold then lists other more standard needs, followed by, you guessed it, ten more pages of everything a hunter can’t do without. What was most striking about the centerfold (no not kind of centerfold, although it might help pass the long hours in the woods) is a sales price on a big vial of pain reliever, just in case your lonely buddy accidentally — and we’re just assuming here — strikes your butt with the butt of his gun.

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