Hunting Trip 2013 (Warning: Contains Images of The Hunted Looking...hunted)

My family and I were once again blessed to go hunting this year. 78 year-old Grandpa was the first one to get a deer, but he was in a bit of a hurry and it was late, so we didn't get any good pictures...

We're just that awesome...

 

 Yeah, you can be jealous of her boots and camo. 

 

God's creation is so beautiful. I don't understand how atheists can see this and still be atheists.

Sometimes we discover the weirdest things out in the middle of no-where. 

...After many adventures, while Pollywog (16) and I were on a hike-hunt, I spotted a deer, drew back, and released. :)

 I love my daddy. <3

And so we come to the conclusion of our hunting adventures...At least for early season. :)

 Those deer had better watch out for late season, though, because Pollywog (16) has some sweet bow-hunting skills.

Sir Squeaky

So there I was, dutifully mowing our farthest back lawn like the lovely daughter that I am. Who do you suppose decided to join me at the steering wheel? Sir Squeaky the evil mouse, that’s who. As always, I was very courageous, and knew that if I remained seated on that tractor with Sir Squeaky, he might jump out and attack the neighbors with his monstrous claws. Thinking quickly, I put the break on, turned off the PTO, and powered the tractor to low, all the while giving Sir Squeaky plenty of space so he wouldn’t decide to harm our neighbors until after I retrieved Pollywog (16). You may be wondering why I, brave woman that I am, would run to the house screaming Pollywog’s name. Well you see, although I am full of courage I am also very sympathetic. Poor Pollywog has been dying to remove a mouse from a tractor for a very long time. Needless to say, Pollywog eagerly came to my (er, I mean, the neighbors) aid, and, chickens in tow, approached the tractor.  Sneaky Sir Squeaky had made his escape. Pollywog, disappointed beyond belief, inspected the tractor and walked away with dragging steps.  I finished mowing our farthest back lawn, leaving the neighbors to deal with Sir Squeaky, after all.

Fantastic Sibling Moments Post#3: Inseparable Little Men

As mentioned previously, my family enjoys hunting every year. The following is a dialogue my sister Clari (19) witnessed:

The lil men were asking if they could go on tomorrow's hunt... we were planning on splitting up into two groups.
My dad: "Well, maybe....one of you could go with each group."
Gubby(9) and Mini-man(7) together: "Nooooo, we have to be together."
Then they grabbed each other in a huge hug.
...Then Mini-man gave Gubby a small kiss on his head. Gubby in turn instantly jumped away.
Gubby: "Ewwwww. We don't do that, Mini-man."
::Mini-man snickers::
Gubby: "But...we still have to stay together."

Yep, they're pretty awesome.<3