Hunting

Walking near the house the other day, I took this photo of some deer. It reminded me of the conversation I had with Pat the other night while eating moose burgers for dinner. He wanted to know when I was going to go Elk hunting with him. Our conversation reminded me of the photo below and this thought came pouring in, "Could I shoot Bambi's mom?" I told Pat I was a born hunter. Last week I went after ducks, and the decoy got away! Anyway, I told him I would be happy to hunt with him next year. It's my wife I'm worried about. She just bought me a deerskin coat for the hunting trip.