In all fairness to myself, for those who think that I'm just a mean-spirited wife, let me just relate my first experience with Kyle and a dead pheasant. I was pregnant with Hunter. Let me rephrase that.....I was ready to explode. He went hunting.....I took a little nap on the couch. Do you want to know what I woke up to? A dead pheasant staring at me over the top of the couch. He came in and woke me up, but when I did, all I saw was a dead pheasant head peering at me over the couch back. I nearly went into labor right then and there from the sheer horror, so all I'm saying is, I think I have a right to hate dead birds. Kyle can be proud, I can be disgusted.....all is fair.
Hunter had to be in a picture too of course (since he wanted to go hunting and wasn't allowed). We at least got him to take off his one glove for the photo. Don't ask me why, but for some reason, he walks around wearing just one glove. He does this ALL of the time. I'm not sure why, since he's never seen anything even related to Michael Jackson, nor will he ever if I can help it. But nonetheless, that's my Hunter. He was pretty proud too. I'm not sure of what, but he was.
P.S., Kyle just put the meat in my freezer, I'm sure under the assumption that I'm going to do something with it in the way of cooking. Has anyone ever witnessed me cooking anything from the wild? This should be interesting.
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Oh, Brian will be jealous. He got to work all day. But let me tell you he has plans of going his first day off next week. I'm surprised he didn't call in sick to work today. Got to love hunting season.
Kyle, Is that a tag I see on the foot, did you shoot a domestic bird? Shame on you that was somebodies pet chicken, Actually i am very jealous, congrats.
Brian
Awesome.. my dad will love to see that pic.. he used go hunting all the times.. :) you cracked me up! about while you taking nap.. i would do same thing.. so FUNNY.. Hugs
Gri, I admit the way Kyle woke you up would be nerveracking even if you like to fix and eat pheasant.
there is notheing to fixing pheasant. You just cook it like chicken. The only difference is pheasant is so much better because you don't have all the bones in the theighs. Grandpa would be proud of him too. I guess those raised in Eastern Washington are just natural hunters.
Okay, I was maybe sort of laughing already about my sister being "simple country folk" but when you called me on it, I laughed even louder.
And for the record, those eyes are TOTALLY condemning you. "Why did you take me away from my little pheasant family?" HA HA HA...
Actually, I don't mind people killing animals as long as they're eating the meat. I just prefer not to do it myself... or think about it. (I like to imagine that meat shows up at the grocery store by magic. Like the tooth fairy but with chicken legs and ground beef.)
Hey, have Raya "invite" me to read their blog. She's switched it to super-top-secret-classified mode. My e-mail is blink278@gmail.com. Thanks.
(I take back some of the things I said about you now.)
Matt, you're obviously super predictable! ha ha that's so funny. Yeah, I'm with you though, I like to imagine it all just magically shows up and that people don't actually enjoy doing that for fun or for a living. Hunter is WAY too excited about that. ha ha He sure is cute though. Geesh, your boys are getting big! I am still so excited that you're having a girl! I know I haven't called yet, I've been totally MIA forever, I know! I'll call you soon though - for realz!
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