Deer season is almost here so it's time for me to go and spend countless dollars to feed multiple deer in the vicinity of where we hunt for multiple purposes. Purpose number one is that I would just hate to see these poor deer starve through the long cold Texas winters. It is my conservationist duty to help them survive the winter. Purpose number two could be that I have large sums of money laying around that I can't seem to find ways to spend so I buy large quantities of grain (and any other product that temps me with a deers head on the package) to throw all over the ground for squirrels to fatten up on. Another purpose would be to attract people who might actually be skilled enough to shoot a deer (this writer excluded) and have venison in the freezer all year. Or maybe it's so my son can get the joy (yea right!) of hunting and kill his first deer this year. Yep, that's the one I'm going with!
American Gothic - east Texas redneck deer hunter style! I can't believe the Mrs. actually posed with me for this. I truly love her. She married a dork but she plays along anyway.
Two weekends ago we spent some time at the in-laws land in east Texas where we hunt getting ready for deer season yet again. It is always fun to get into the woods where cell phones and computers don't work. It's a great place. The Mrs. and I pull the camper down every September and leave it through the first of the year.
These are some random pics of Papa and I clearing out some brush for a new feeder we are trying.
Papa's machete works better than mine.
Got mine at Wal-marts. I think Papa got his from some long-ago warrior from the jungles of South America...something like that.
We worked hard. Cut down all that with two machetes.
This is the Mrs. camouflaging one of the deer blinds. The one we normally use is painted. This one not so much.
She's a hard worker!
Now the new feeder deep in the woods. That tractor is a life savor.
Now she's gonna kill me for this picture but look at that face! The feeder was starting to roll and she was reacting to a stressful emergency situation. She told me not to post this pic but I had to. I have only seen her make this face one other time in our almost 16 years of wedded bliss. This is the face I saw when she was walking down the isle and fell in to a crying heap in her mothers lap. At that point I new she was going to say, "please don't make me marry him Mommy, he's a huge dork!" but she struggled on and married me anyway and I've been better for it ever since. Jury's still out for her.
No ladder needed.
I think we need to dress better when we go to the deer camp. I look like a bum!
The Mrs. Mom, Mimi spent the weekend in this pose. She is a huge dog lover and she absolutely could not resist the pull of a new puppy. I thought more than once we might lose Butch to her but we did finally manage to wrestle him away from her Sunday afternoon
Sorry, couldn't help myself. Why am I the only person in America who thinks this is funny? What is wrong with me?
After a day in the woods I was "dog" tired! Ya get it? "Dog" tired? Pray for my wife. She really needs it. Raising 3 others that are just like me.
American Gothic - east Texas redneck deer hunter style! I can't believe the Mrs. actually posed with me for this. I truly love her. She married a dork but she plays along anyway.
Two weekends ago we spent some time at the in-laws land in east Texas where we hunt getting ready for deer season yet again. It is always fun to get into the woods where cell phones and computers don't work. It's a great place. The Mrs. and I pull the camper down every September and leave it through the first of the year.
These are some random pics of Papa and I clearing out some brush for a new feeder we are trying.
Papa's machete works better than mine.
Got mine at Wal-marts. I think Papa got his from some long-ago warrior from the jungles of South America...something like that.
We worked hard. Cut down all that with two machetes.
This is the Mrs. camouflaging one of the deer blinds. The one we normally use is painted. This one not so much.
She's a hard worker!
Now the new feeder deep in the woods. That tractor is a life savor. Now she's gonna kill me for this picture but look at that face! The feeder was starting to roll and she was reacting to a stressful emergency situation. She told me not to post this pic but I had to. I have only seen her make this face one other time in our almost 16 years of wedded bliss. This is the face I saw when she was walking down the isle and fell in to a crying heap in her mothers lap. At that point I new she was going to say, "please don't make me marry him Mommy, he's a huge dork!" but she struggled on and married me anyway and I've been better for it ever since. Jury's still out for her.
No ladder needed.
I think we need to dress better when we go to the deer camp. I look like a bum! The Mrs. Mom, Mimi spent the weekend in this pose. She is a huge dog lover and she absolutely could not resist the pull of a new puppy. I thought more than once we might lose Butch to her but we did finally manage to wrestle him away from her Sunday afternoon
Sorry, couldn't help myself. Why am I the only person in America who thinks this is funny? What is wrong with me?
After a day in the woods I was "dog" tired! Ya get it? "Dog" tired? Pray for my wife. She really needs it. Raising 3 others that are just like me. The Mrs. is a saint really.
