Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Hunt
Hunter was able to participate in his first Sandhill Crane hunt last week. Uncle Scott and cousin Cole came up from Utah to join in the fun. The fun of waking up at 5:30 a.m. The fun of sitting out in a cold field until the birds flew in. The fun of having the poor wounded thing come after you to attack. The fun of cleaning and cooking them. :P And of course the fun of missing the first class of the school day. Who could ask for more? They were each able to get their bird and punch those tags. Whoo-hoo!!
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4 comments:
Glad to see that Steve is passing the tradition on...Now you get to have 2 Hunter's dead animals in you house...yeah for you!!!
I think you need to add on a museum!
I grew up raised by a hunter and I'm married to one now...I still don't get it but whatever makes 'em happy right? Our friend Dennis, you may remember him from the wedding, he has many animals at his house (kinda like yours) and Emma calls it the Rocky Mountain Zoo.
That bird is bigger than Hunter!! Which leads me to ask...are you sure he's old enough to be out there killing things already?? How can this be?? Who told him he could grow up?? Oh and I agree...there must be some kind of museum. Now with 2 of them bringing dead things home, where will you sleep??
Where will I sleep? Hah! I've already made it perfectly clear that if Steve gets another bear, he will have to make arrangements for it to stay in a different house...with himself and everything else!
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