I’ve lived in Virginia for most of my 25 years on this planet but I spent the first couple years of my life in a very small town in northwoods Wisconsin named Park Falls (The Ruffed Grouse Capital of the world). I remember (quite vividly) the 1,400 mile, 22 hour drive my parents used to put my brother, sister and me through every summer and some winters. It was always worth it once we got there, but holy shit that fucking drive… It was my mother, father, sister, brother, myself, two or more cats, a litter box, a dog, and enough luggage to last for three months packed into a Chevy Astro mini-van. Fun…

Wisconsin is a magical state with a culture completely independent from the rest of the country. It gets made fun of almost as much as New Jersey (and with good reason). Wisconsinites are people that embrace their quirkiness. I truly believe it to be the most unique state in America. I would like to enter Exhibit A into evidence.

This is not a joke. I snapped this picture in August of 2006. That is the main entrance to Fifield Cemetery in Fifield WI where my grandparents on my father’s side are laid to rest. At first I thought it was just a friendly reminder (let’s face it, people get drunk and want to shoot shit). Then it hit me plain as day… There’s an ordinance number affixed to it. That means that not only were there people randomly hunting in the cemetery, but there were enough for it to become a problem warranting a City Ordinance.