I didn't know it until yesterday but I don't like hunting. If you asked my husband he would probably fancy himself a hunter but truth is he is more of a hunting guide. He hasn't really hunted for himself since the first year we were married. Anyway this year his dad scouted out a big buck and Dean turned back into a hunter. He had to sight in his gun, he went with the neighbor to strategize a plan. He asked where his 'orange clothes' were, he even pulled out the hiking boots. He was literally giddy. Turns out opening morning he ended up guiding... taking the lawyer and his wife hunting, his dad went after the big one and when the day was done they had piled up 5 deer, nice deer, but not the ONE. Now he goes morning and night; O how I wish somebody would get the ONE so this madness could stop.
I took the kids to see the trophies; while Josie was busy trying to grasp the whole thing Trig was trying to break himself off an antler to take home.
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