When I think of hunting, this is what I picture. . .a dead animal with it's tongue hanging out the side of it's mouth proud hunter by it's side. But the one thing I didn't think I'd ever picture is my honey being that proud hunter. :)
Clint went on his first (and hopefully his last) hunting trip last week. (Yes I was all by myself with 6 small children--& I'm surprised I'm even here to tell you about it.) He went with 3 friends up to Big Sky Country, MT. From dawn to dusk, they prowled about the land, in search of a deer worthy of bragging rights (well really they would have been happy with any size deer). All but one guy got lucky (if you call that lucky, oh why couldn't it have been a cow? )