The year after Wes and I got married I took a hunter's safety class. I came home to a brand new rifle. Wes wanted me to go hunting that year but I had morning sickness with Shalon. So I went the next year when Shalon was a few months old. I shot Bambi. Well actually Felina...
I didn't go last year but I decided I would this year because Wes knows a guy that has some property we can hunt on. Hunting consisted of loading the kids into the jeep. Driving into this guys field. Not jumping out of the car because I'm slow and really not a hunter. Driving back around to get another shot. Jumping out of the car, leaning across the hood and taking a shot. Whoo hoo deer down. Well sort of. I shot the doe in the hind quarters breaking one hip. She couldn't get far. She managed to get throught the fence and into the borrow ditch so we went out on the road. I seriously didn't think I could shoot it again. Far away, no problem. Up close, ahhh... Well I was about 5 feet away and shot. Totally missed I had looked through the scope. Wes told me to look down the barrel so I did and shot her in the head.
Just after that a truck load of 3 old men came down the road. The old guy rolls down the window. They were so excited for me. It was funny. He asked where I shot the deer. Wes says "in the head." I corrected him and said in the butt. He was trying to make me look good. haha.
Shalon had to get out of the car to see the deer and she says "Good job Mom." What can I say? She's growing up in Wyoming.
November 6th, 2009
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You might be a redneck . . .if you take your baby hunting with you. hahahahaha. Sorry, I couldn't resist. You are too funny! Looking forward to seeing you this summer hopefully (and hopefully not puking this time).
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