Overrated if you’re older than 13 or so.
Too much turkey.
The candy is great, but it is possible to have too many bite-size Tootsie Rolls scattered around the kitchen.
No, for many people around here the greatest holiday, or at least the one that breeds the strongest sense of anticipation, is ignored by most calendars.
It’s June 20, and it’s the day the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife (ODFW) announces whose stockings are stuffed with controlled hunt tags, and who got lumps of coal with the word “unsuccessful” etched in them.
The traditional way to reveal gifts, a process involving boxes and wrapping paper and strapping tape strong enough to suspend a 747, has in this case, as with so much else these days, been replaced with the less satisfying, but perhaps more dramatic for its immediacy, act of tapping a keyboard or swiping a finger across a glass screen.
What happened Wednesday illustrates how vital the event is for thousands of Oregon hunters.
I’m a hunter but not an especially rabid one. I had put in for two tags — one buck deer, one elk, both in the Lookout Mountain Unit — and I logged into ODFW’s website Wednesday morning to check my results.
Or, rather, I tried to log in.
The site was down.
Based on some Facebook comments I read, it seems that the digital delay was for some hunters akin to walking into the living room on Christmas morning and finding that somebody had stolen the presents and shoved the tree through the front window besides.
Only this was worse.
The website went back online later in the day, after all the draw results were available.
Not that this mollified many hunters.
Having to wait was annoying, but after the draws were announced the hunters who didn’t get the tags they wanted took to Facebook to vent their spleens.
I understand the frustration (I got both of my tags, after being skunked last year). For many hunters June 20 isn’t merely a single day to look forward to, but the day that decides much of the rest of their year. Drawing a tag could mean weeks of scouting, assembling gear, arranging vacations and much else besides.
Little wonder, then, that June 20 provokes such excitement. It’s the day that bestows gifts that last for months. And the prospect of fresh venison to supplement the turkey.