Feral Hog Permit Available

The NJDEP\’s Division of Fish and Wildlife has issued a Special Wildlife Management Permit to control feral hogs in Deer Management Zone 25. Hunters do not need a separate permit to pursue hogs in this zone. They need only have their regular hunting licenses and deer permits necessary to hunt deer during the applicable seasons.

Feral hogs may be pursued during the season dates prescribed for DMZ 25 and may be harvested anywhere in the zone. Free-ranging feral hogs of either gender and any age are legal game while deer hunting during the Fall Bow, Permit Bow, Six-day Firearm, Permit Muzzleloader, Permit Shotgun and Winter Bow seasons, provided the hunter has not reached the bag limit for the deer season(s) which is/are open and for which the hunter has the required license and deer permit(s).

Migratory Birds Hunting Dates

The NJDEP Division of Fish and Wildlife has posted the 2010-2011 Migratory Bird Regulations booklet, along with two feature articles, on its website.

The booklet contains season dates and bag limits, as well as regulations governing the hunting of migratory birds.

The two articles are by division biologist Ted Nichols and cover not only this season\’s prospects and regulation changes, but how season dates are actually selected for migratory birds.

My pants are shrinking.

Just the other day I went through my closet, searching for just the right pair of slacks. I tried on pair after pair, even a few skirts, and they had all magically shrunk a size or two!

Thinking it was the closet’s fault I moved the pile to a chair. When I resumed the awful task of trying to stuff my size-18 (and I’m being kind, here) hinder into them it was like trying to stuff a pound of sausage into a half-pound casing. So I threw them onto the bed and walked away.

After a snack of leftover fried chicken, I resumed my quest to find the perfect outfit. After all, my lady friends were coming over for lunch the following day and I wanted to be fancy. And I sure couldn’t be fancy wearing an old pair of scrubs, even if I dressed them up with pearls.

Nothing fit. Blouses popped their buttons, polo shirts strained where they shouldn’t, stretch pants didn’t. It was enough to make me ravenous. So I threw the pile onto the floor of the Magical Clothes-Shrinking Closet and went downstairs to complain to Hubby. \”Maybe you’re getting, um..bigger?\” he offered hesitantly. My steely-eyed glare caused him to bury his nose back into the sports page, where it belonged.

I know he’s right. I eat too many hoagies from Hoagie Heaven, too much fried chicken from Troxies, and drink way too many of Marie’s fancy choco-caramo-fatto lattes at King Street Espresso. Not to mention that I’m known as Mrs. Bud Lite at Gloucester City Liquors. The only reason I haven’t exploded is because I walk everywhere to purchase the aforementioned specialty items.

I guess our town just has too much goodness to offer and I have a hard time saying no, so I’m going to have to wear the scrubs, after all. I guess my lady friends will understand. Besides, both of them live in town and I have a feeling that their pants are shrinking and their closets are magical, too, so we’ll all commiserate while we eat. Afterwards, we’ll take a little walk and hope that the exercise will put it all into perspective, at least until our next luncheon. We’re already planning the menu.

Just sayin’.

Dawn Watson