Tricky little fuckers

Chugging up through the mountains, a pack of hunters sit across the aisle from me, looking out for grizzly bears down in the canyon below.

The deer in these parts, they say, pointing out a pair of doe in the trees that I'd never have seen. Tricky little fuckers, every single one.

Yeah! I say, wiping the beer from my chin. Tricky little fuckers, all of 'em!

I feel vaguely guilty about calling an animal a 'little fucker'. You love animals! says my conscience. I ignore it though; put it down to my constant need to fit in.

You guys should come to Wales, I say, throwing out my arms. The deer in Wales? They're the trickiest little fuckers you've ever seen!