Well, after almost 7 years, Jeremy is finally wearing me down. When we first met, I got nauseous at the thought of him even going hunting. I literally could not even look at what he brought home, and if I accidently got a glimpse I would nearly throw up. And now look at me, going hunting with him! (even though I didn't have a gun, Jeremy says it still counts!) Courtney LOVES LOVES LOVES to go hunting with Daddy. She gets so excited when we're getting ready to go, and while in the truck she shouts out, "I SEE ONE! SHOOT IT!!"
The scenery was absolutely beautiful. My favorite time of year when all the leaves are changing colors.
Although, on this trip, all we saw were does and fawns. (look at me knowing the difference between bucks, dumbbucks, fawns, and does!)
Courtney was wiped out. She said she wasn't feeling very well on the drive there, so we pulled into a grocery market parking lot to let her stretch her legs and get some fresh air. Good thing we did because as soon as she got out and walked for a minute, she threw up more stuff than i knew could even fit in her little body. Poor girl. But she was still so excited to go, so we bought her some crackers for her tummy... then later went to a gas station and got her a little dress up purse with 'pretty jewelries' in it. And all was well again.
2 comments:
I'm so proud of you for getting a tough stomache. I have no desire to ever hunt, but I have helped cut up a deer. It's not too gross. It's a very good thing you stopped, otherwise you'd have had to drive home with a pukey smelling pickup, which is pretty gross.
Oh, that could have been bad! Throw up in the car is the WORST thing EVER!!! That smell just never goes away.
Look at you!! My little hunting, cave women friend. :) I, on the other hand have NO idea what the difference is between each deer..........good think I don't hunt. :)
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