This last weekend I got to do something I haven’t done before . . . I went deer hunting. 

Rick and Wyatt go hunting every year and usually don’t come back empty handed.  It’s a nice father/son activity for them.  I’ve gone with Rick before while he scouts or just gone along for the ride.  But this was the very first time I strapped up my boots and donned hunter orange and carried a rifle.

I enjoy the outdoors and I couldn’t wait to get up at a barbaric hour and take a long hike.  The morning dew fresh on everything and seeing my breath as we leave the house.  Of course I was hoping to get my first buck too. 

Mostly, I was hopeful Wyatt would get his.  I’d like to keep him interested in hunting since teenage years are hard and if he keeps involved with sports, school activities and family pastimes the longer I can keep him from things that will get him in trouble.

We didn’t get our bucks as of this last weekend, but we’re going to go again this week and hopefully we’ll get something.

Now, I understand not everyone understands or appreciates hunting, but it is a bonding sport.  You get your friends and hand out at another friends house swapping tall tales and cooking.  I get to see all this first hand.  These guys were having a great time.  I could hear them all laughing into the wee hours.

I think one of the best parts for Wyatt was the sausage making.  He got his hands in there and was mixing the meat and seasonings and had a great time.  Then after making a batch the guys would cook a few up and have a taste test.  Wyatt would bring me a piece every time.  I could tell he was pretty pleased with himself and wanted me to taste what he helped create.  It was indeed very delicious.

We drove home a tired and worn out bunch.  Wyatt played games on his phone and Cheyenne fell asleep.  I tried to sleep and I played some games too.  We were glad to come home.  I’m hopeful that this next weekend will be just as interesting and hopefully more fruitful.