I’m getting ready to Scrapbook and am starting with the journaling first. Here’s the story of my youngest son’s first deer hunt. It was a hunt we will never forget.
3:15 Family heads off into the woods. Cat and Thing 1 will hunt with Dad. Thing 2 is hunting with me.
3:30 We split up at Thing 2’s hunting spot at the edge of a clearing. I look at my watch knowing we should have been here an hour ago.
3:31 Thing 2 and I are sitting on a log. We know it’s going to be a long wait.
3:32 Decide to move back to a bigger, more comfortable looking log.
3:33 As shifting back to log, I notice movement on the other side of the clearing.
That can’t possibly be a deer this soon. But it is.
“There’s a deer.” I whisper.
“Where?” he asks, while looking hard.
“Shhh!! On the other side of the clearing.” Thinking we’re going to spook it for sure.
“I think you’re seeing things,” he whispers, shaking his head.
“Ummm, I left the gun at the first log. I’m going to get it.” I take my eyes off the deer and slowly reach out for the gun.
3:34 Deer steps out of woods. Heads straight to us.
“You really did see a deer. And it’s a buck!”
Thing 2 has the deer in his sights.
“Wait a minute. I never loaded it.”
3:35 Get the gun loaded. Deer is now trotting right towards us.
“Ready to shoot?”
With confidence he says, “Ready.” One second later, BANG!
In my shocked amazement, I jump up and yell, “Holy Shit! You really shot the deer! And dropped it right there!” I looked at my watch, it has only been 5 minutes.
We high fived, hugged and he says, “That was awesome! I can put meat on the table. I always want to hunt with you mom.”
My heart flutters and I think, ha daddy.
He goes on to say, “You said holy shit!”
Hmm. Yes… yes I did.