The Thrill of the Hunt...

Hello again.  I'm sorry we haven't posted in a little while; some people have been staying with us for the last couple of days.  We're glad to have them, but guests do tend to upset the balance of our universe.  I think I could use a second cup of coffee...anyone else?

It's the first day of deer hunting season, and nobody went out this morning.  All for legitimate reasons, though: Mamasita and The Godfather had a business meeting, and Ribbajack was told not to go hunting by himself.  It's not like hunting is a huge expedition for us; unlike most people, we do it right here in our back yard.  Mom literally shot a deer from the back patio one year, and last year it was from a deck chair. (No, we are not in the least redneck... or couldn't you tell?)

Yup, this is our 'home on the range'

Hunting is such a longstanding tradition here that when Beena was little, anytime she saw a deer she would point at it and yell, "Bunga-deer! Shoot!"  Now she colors slightly if anyone mentions the word "bunga-deer", but the sentiment remains the same.

It should be noted that our family doesn't just hunt for sport, we also enjoy venison hugely.  If we have an unsuccessful season, everyone gets depressed at the thought of spending a whole year eating nothing but beef and poultry.  The deer out here are wild and purely grass-fed, thus their meat is very lean and healthy, not to mention beyond tasty.  That "gamey" flavor that people complain about, to us is the best part.

With all this talk of game meat, I think I'll go raid the freezer now and see if there's any left over from last year.  To the rest of you: have a happy Saturday!

~ Sgt. Pepper