Over the past week the deer have been moving more, young fawns and does can be seen running thru the corn and across the roads in my little area.
I also used my gift cards and bought myself a brand new toy!
Enough with the deer already!! As I assume some people may be saying. My brother is an avid turkey hunter. He has gotten some beautiful gobblers over the years. Here is a great shot with him and our family friend Evan with their gobblers. I’m taking a stab at the year saying it was 2013, but it may be 2012.
During this time of the year the Christmas songs start playing in my head. Not all of them of course, but just ‘It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year‘ by Andy Williams.
Its license buying season. When I think of this time of the year, I think of the mom filling her basket with back to school supplies, or the kids looking though the Christmas shopping catalogs; since the song is played during commercials for both. To me my hunting license is like a Christmas present. It is bought by my dad, who I thank so much for doing that, and I can’t use or “open” it until the 3rd Saturday in November.
Like waiting all year round for Christmas morning; this is my special day. Its my holiday and I love it. I always know it’s that time of the year when I walk through the shop and the guys ask, “Do you have your license yet?” I always forget that it’s the end of August until they say something.
So now I’ll get that call from my dad saying I got your tags and I’ll wait until the 3rd weekend of November, or earlier if I finally get my butt in gear and get that cross bow. Like a kid waiting for Santa to come on Christmas morning, I’m waiting to get my tags, climb my stand and watch the sunrise on opening day.
So, do you have your tags yet??
I spent the biggest portion of my day today with my family. I think today is fitting to post this hunting photo. It’s of my Uncle Kenny from December 1998. I was in the 7th grade at the time and 13 when this was taken. Today the light was taken from him.
To know you is to know a firecracker
A man who had no fear
To know you was to know a leader
A man who had the drive
To know you was to know a father
A man who loved two children so much
To know you was to know a friend
A man who would risk his life for you
Uncle, You were the fun one, the light hearted one, the serious one. You were the man who scared us half to death as teenagers because we drove through the hay. You changed around your life for the one you loved. For her children that you called yours before they called you dad. You were the grandfather to two beautiful little ladies who loved farming as much as you.
An amazing soul. You were taken too early too young from us. We looked up to you. We loved you. An uncle, a father, a grandfather. In a few days we’ll tell stories about you. About chopping hay and corn on long summer days. About opening presents in grandma’s basement. About teaching me how to feed calves. To be strong, and smart, and thoughtful.
I am lucky that I was able to know you, to hear stories about you growing up to now. I know that you are having a beer with grandpa right now. Looking over all of us. My aunt, Kelly Ben Kenzie Eliza Elijah and Molly.
This hunting photo Friday is dedicated to you. My favorite uncle. May you always watch over us and guide us on our way. God Bless.
This past weekend I went out to the farm to site in my rifle. The biggest thing on my mind was, “Who will watch Zoey?” My mom was still working. My dad was scoping me. My brother was fixing something in one of the barns. My aunt was m.i.a. and my cousins were all working.
So what was I to do? She came with me. I sat her in the truck with the passenger windows down, snack cup on hand, water bottle and my phone with PBS kids. I was worried. I have a smart 3 year old. She knows how to open all doors and climbs things like she’s spiderman.
I loaded one round in the .243 and took my first shot. I looked back and saw no feet on the ground and a head laughing at Curious George in the passenger seat. I was calmed. After 2 more shots my uncle showed up. Then after a few more my brother showed up. The both sat with Zoey and watched her play while I finished my shots.
At the end she was thrilled. Telling everyone I, “Mommy shot guns bang bang!” I told her not to tell people that. Not that I’m ashamed but that I don’t trust people in today’s day and age.
At work on Monday I was asked when will she be allowed to shoot. I thought of my first memory of shooting a gun. I want to say I was 4 or 5. With my dad’s .22 pistol shooting at a Mickey Mouse trash can at our dump. I now own that .22 pistol and I hope some day my daughter will shoot it too. This next year she will be 3 and I still think she is too hyper and young to fire a gun even with my help. I the next two years she will be around guns.
When she is 4 or 5 then proper care and shooting will be taught. I hope that she will enjoy them like I do but if she doesn’t I will not push guns on her. No matter what she will learn safe precautions and how to shoot a pistol and shotgun. I don’t want her to be afraid but I want her to be aware of how dangerous they are. In the end her safety is my main concern. I want her to be properly taught like I was and to know the ins and outs of weaponry.
Most people may think that guns and children do not mix. I think that guns in the hands in not properly trained adults and untrained unsafe children do not mix. We all have our “oh shit” moments when it comes to guns and some day I’ll share mine but my hope is my daughter will never have one.
Today I have two sets one is nature at my house. While getting ready to go to the farm on Friday I spotted a nice little 2.5 year old buck. About 6 points with a doe. Making their way around the corn.
The second nature set is my dad and my daughter. She spent the weekend with my parents on the farm. One of her favorite things to do is fish. So of course, having multiple ponds and Oatka creek on our land we have a few good spots to catch some small fish in our backyard.
My dad and daughter with their fish