Here in Utah it is hunting season. I never knew there was such a season having grown up in Southern California. I thought that was something that only the cavemen did, before man learned to "raise" food.
Russ hunted quite a bit growing up. I figured that was because he was from Lovelock, NV. Maybe they didn't have food processing plants in that part of the country yet. It is a small town of 2,000 people and there isn't a big city real close by. Then I learned he did it mostly for sport. It was fun and enjoyable. Are you kidding me?
We were not going to have guns in our home when we got married, NO WAY. Well, we had been married about 5 months when I learned that we had about 5 guns in our home (and those were probably just the ones I knew about). About once each year, Russ would go bird hunting. You know, dove, pheasant, grouse, that type of thing. I have even tasted each of his killings. Not bad, tasted like chicken.
Then, last year, Russ had Garrett complete a Hunter Safety course. Then this year he got a little bit crazy. This year Russ put Garrett and his own name in for deer tags. Guess what? They both drew out. WHAT? I asked if he was really going to go hunting. He said yes. Really? He has been reloading bullets, taking Garrett to practice target shooting, and taking the boys dove hunting. I still had my doubts that he would really follow through with any of this, and more particularly, that Garrett would have any real desire to do it.
I have a sweet patient at the hospital that has taken such good care of our staff. He owns a bunch of property in Utah where he raises alfalfa. He was given some depredation tags to shoot deer and antelope and brought him into my work for any of us to use for hunting. My co-workers decided to let Garrett have the doe tag so that he could get some practice before he went on his "real" hunt. I brought the tag home and gave it to Russ. He got pretty excited and called the land owner and got directions. He then called his dad and asked if he wanted to go as well. Then on Saturday Russ and his dad took Garrett on his first hunt.
Anyway, as you can see, Garrett shot himself a deer. I couldn't believe it. He missed a few times, but eventually got himself one. At first I felt really sorry for the deer, but now I feel really sorry for me. I just realized I am going to have to eat deer meat for the next few months. YUCK!
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This hunting thing is the "thing" to do here our ward. Everyone and their brother and cousin are hunters. Even their wives hunt, it'a crazy to me. Well Brian has got into a bit here and there and he and the boys have put in to go the last few years but sadly for them they haven't drawn out. I personally can not for the life of me see what the darn excitement is in killing some poor sweet Bambi but apparently it is quite a thrill. I am glad that Russ and your boys get to enjoy this together and have some father/son bonding time. Oh and good luck with eating that deer meat. I am not a big fan of it either.
YUCK is right! Deer meat is bad, very bad. We had a neighbor in Idaho that was a big time hunter and he always gave us lots of deer meat. I tried to like it but never could, it's just yucky...so good luck with that. I just don't understand this whole hunting thing, it's seems sad to me, such a cute face on that sweet doe. I could never bring myself to shoot such a sweet face. Oh well, some things I will just never understand.
Oh my ! That sweet deer almost still looks alive. You are a better mom than me, I would have said NO! I know its such a good thing for boys to learn with their dads but fishing is the most I can handle and thats only if I never look into their eyes.
Happy Cooking
Garrett... You shot Bambi's mom???
Way to go, Garrett!! I am impressed. Sorry about the deer meat. Maybe you could dip it in chocolate and then it would taste better or something.
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