The Deer

So we went back to the cabin the very next weekend and on Saturday late evening dad came in sporting some VERY nasty hands. He held them up and so proudly told me that my husband had his first kill. "Wa-hoo" (with sarcasm)! All I could think was, "ah crap, now I have to wash nasty bloody clothes and their hands are all going to be disgusting and my kids are going to want to touch the dang thing". I voiced a couple of these concerns as I was screeching at my father not to touch anything and then I got a big lecture about what a pansy I had become and how he couldn't believe that after I had been raised around the deer hunt and trapping that it bothered me...not sure when that change took place. I guess maybe while I was away from it in Phoenix for several years and I didn't have to be around it. I really think that it comes down to the fact that now I have these precious little people I am raising and I don't want them to come in contact with anything as nasty as that. Uh who knows what that thing is carrying. Dad kept telling me he thought they might get AIDs. That's dad for ya. I think he was actually getting really annoyed that I was following them around and cleaning everything that they touched. Anyway, here it is.....

He took the shot with his bow and arrow from 60 yards...yes Julie just like Robin Hood! He says that he hit it above it's front leg and it came out it's neck (poor Bambi). Now we will have lots of jerky so if you like jerky let us know.

The kids had a ball. We even had to get Eliana her own camo for this trip and this time all three of them went out! Sam says this will be an every year thing!