When my Husband and I first met I had just killed my first buck. I was proud and showed off the photo above to him on more occasions that I can count. Every single time I showed them off, he made fun of me, ( in a loving way of course.) He didn't grow up with the women in his family hunting, or wanting to hunt. They baked goodies and sent the men on their way to deer camp. When I helped bake this year, I felt way out of my league but I loved it. I also love hunting. I learned on Sunday, that I love hunting with my Husband even more.
We left for the land that he hunts on at 4:30. Really. I obviously love this man a lot. This was the earliest that I have ever left Bryar but we were so thankfully that Aunt Amanda came over and stayed with him. Although, sadly I think B was not prepared for someone other than Mommy first thing in the morning.
Curtis and I had the huge disagreement on who was going to kill the "big one" if it came out. I ended up winning, but karma hates me evidently. We stayed in the stand until around 9 and decided to head out because we had not seen a single thing. Not even a doe. Which I refuse to kill. Thanks to Bambi.
We headed home and Curtis crashed out for the afternoon. I on the other hand was a true southern wife, I stayed up with the kids, had Sunday lunch, went to the grocery store, then baked a cake and green bean bundles and attended a Thanksgiving meal at our church. Not to mention, it was my first pineapple upside down cake (which I am very picky about) and it was the bomb. So I was proud to the say the least.
Our freezer is already full of deer summer sausage in three different flavors, along with tenderlion. Eek! I shall have no part of that mess.
That's all folks.