Well -
A guy at work gave Matt some muzzleloader guns. Why? Yep, good question. I had the same one.
Anyhow, today is the first day of muzzleloader season. Yippee.
After the soccer tournament, Matt ran out to hunt, down on the mill farm. After he left, we were invited down to dinner. The girls and I drive down, and then he shows up and we are eating and lo and behold, a deer appears out in the field across the road. Matt put his boots on quicker than anything, and he snuck out the back with his gun. And nothing. (Gynormous sigh of relief on my part!)
But wait, suddenly, a huge *BANG*! Papa and I both mutter "oh no". And Matt comes in, pleased as punch that he shot a doe.
Well Dang! Now I have to stay up and cut up a deer. NOT my most favorite thing. In fact, my stomach has already started to roll with just the thought of it. And it is warm, so we have to do it right away.
There are times I HATE living in rural Pa. Not often, but on occasions like this..... I long for a high rise apartment in a bustling city, where there are no wild animals lurking about that are asking to be shot!
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