Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The One That Got Away: Part I

So deer hunting season ended for my guys with nary a shot fired. After several fruitless (and cold!) hunting expeditions, Mr. Big Buck waltzed right into our backyard to gloat at Hunter-Man and Hunter-Boy. John and Ben came outside Sunday before last to make a doughnut run, and there he was, standing right in the garden patch. John quietly told Ben, "Get in the van and be still!" and he went back into the house to get his shotgun. "John Mark, go look out the window!" John Mark sauntered over to the window and gasped, "There's a buck!" But the Hunter-Boy is not such a morning person and could not find the ammo before the buck said, "Nah-nah-na-nah-nah!" and waltzed off again. (And, in all fairness, they also discovered later that the cat had been throwing herself in desperation against the downstairs window over and over, to try to get at that deer. What deer in its right mind would put up with that?) When John got back out to the van, Ben exclaimed, "Dad, guess what just walked past my window!" If John had just sat in the van, he could have reached out and grabbed that sucker by the antlers. Mr. Big Buck and Mrs. Doe made one last appearance in our garden later that night, knowing full well that it is illegal to hunt after dark. My Hunter Duo was left shaking their heads at the irony of it all.

1 comment:

~ Stephanie. said...

I'm so glad you have a "Hunter Man" and a "Hunter Boy" - I call my guy "Saddle Boy" . . . drives him crazy!

On a different note - I went squirrel hunting. Got one. With my car. (Like I'm going to shoot anything!)