Okay, I just got super frustrated. I ALMOST finished this post, Live Writer crashed, and nothing was saved. So irritating. I sat down to try and re-type what I had written, found that to be too irritating, so this time I will be doing the short version. And saving periodically. Here it is:
Justin hunts. His family hunts. He goes hunting with his family. I used to go. I had a baby. Now I don’t. No bed. No showers. Fear of no sleep for baby. Justin calls me a baby. Decided to go. Had dream of bear mauling. Got scared. Went anyway. Thad loved it. Slept great. Justin right. Shoot.
Notice that there are no pictures of me. That is because I didn’t shower all weekend. Not my finest hour. No one saw any shootable bucks while we were there, but after we went home, Justin’s uncle got a forked horn. Justin went back up the next weekend and got a nice 3x4, which got him about 35 lbs of meat when it was all cut up. Last time he got a buck, I was actually pregnant with Thad. I helped him cut it up, and in the process realized that there were ticks all over the dear, one of which had crawled on to my shirt. This year, I took a pass on Lyme Disease and let my sister help Justin instead. Anyway, Justin’s sister soon blew them all out of the water by getting her first buck, a big 4x5. Impressive.
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