(Except Bambi was a deer, and this is not. Either way, he had to pull the bottle out of his mouth before shooting!) Alright, here's the sharp shooter himself. I think he had a great time and is going again on Monday for a buck (Karina, that does not mean a dollar) in which case if he gets one, we will jerky the whole dern thing because who likes to eat venison? Not I. Rick and his brother Jared skinned it and packed it out of the canyon, then brought it home a stuck it in our deep freeze for a few days. You would not have wanted to get a popscicle out of this freezer during this time, the kids and I were all grossed out and decided we would have an apple from the frig instead because we couldn't stand to open it. But I was happy for him because he finally got to use his disposable camera that he has had in his pack for two years. YYIIPPEE!!!!
Have fun, ReNae
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Gee, a baby moose! Sicko to see that scar and wound, but I guess if you really eat the meat then it's not just for sport - however, I really think it's just to use your new bow and camera. When I come, I want to taste the meat, - one bite. Mom
I love all these pictures of siblings in the bulrushes. . .
I still think you should've eaten that poor hare you so cruelly arrowed down in PV. "You kill it, you eat it" is my motto. Oh, except that doesn't apply to flies.
Becky
I JUST WANT TO SEE MEAT IN A NICE LITTLE PACKAGE!! :)
Every time I open this blog up Sam comes over and says "Owie" That is right! Nice shot, though. Man, good thing you had that disposable camera! Aren't you glad you never took THAT out!
Congrats on killing something...you sicko!
Well, I killed one, too, this week, but not in the same manner: I hit it with our van going 55/60 mph and now our van is in the shop and the deer died instantly. You've probably already heard about this by now, but this picture sorta reminded me of it. At least you guys got to eat yours and it was legal! Our deer was so dang stinky (putrid, actually) that I don't think I can ever look at a deer the same way again. And would you believe it, after church today in our BACKYARD was a doe and two fawns. Very, very cute. It made me sad for the one we hit, woundering if she had any baby(ies) around. Anyway, Rick, that must have been so exciting!! Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!
Jana
Man, Jana, you are in the same club as dad, now. Although didn't he hit a cow? I can't remember.
And, I know I'll get some flack for this comment, but I was under the impression that all deer meat was "stinky". Yep, even makes for an interesting flavor to your meat sauce for spaghetti.
And one might get confused eating deer.
"Pass me the food, dear." vs. "Pass me the food- deer."
Or,
"Oh, deer, Pass me the food." vs. Oh dear, you get the idea.
Dad hit TWO cows. Yes, I told him I joined their club. And Mom hit TWO dogs once.
I remember Mom feeding us hamburger in Coolidge one time, only it was really "deerburger" and the flavor wouldn't go away, even after we swallowed and drank a lot. Not my favorite meat, but would do in a pinch. I hear deer jerky is pretty good, tho.
Oh my gosh, you guys are killing me! Yes, I'll just say it, deer meat sucks! Its the jerky you want. and, I think dad has hit more than just two. right dad? come on, fess up! I think they have tunnel vision! I guess when worst comes to worst, you can live off of it, but it tastes like @&*#.
I'll say it for Jana (and possibly Karina):
ReNae, what is @&*#???
Just kidding gals, I love you more than the red, red rose.
Oh yeah- Dad, why don't you refresh our memories about the cows??
So Jana, where would our folks have obtained "deer" in Arizona???
Don't see too many of them running around there. Kemptons?
You remember the Kemptons? sheesh. I think it was grandpa who actually shot it--or someone who went with him and they gave the meat to Mom. Or something like that. ReNae, I was laughing at your last comment--you and Becky are so funny, I have to check the blog just to read your comments.
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