Tis the season for hunting ... it almost looks like we've decorated or something, lol!
Hunting garb, fresh and ever at the ready! If it gets rained on, we call it rainfresh scent and throw it into the dryer when necessary.
Muzzleloader hunting season opened this last Monday, but due to a local potato farm needing harvest help, our hunters are not out getting a doe or calling in a buck -- they've been out making dough and rolling in the bucks, tehe!
That reminds me of one our favorite jokes:
Q: What do you get when you cross 50 male deer with 50 female pigs?
A: (READ real fast out loud) A hundred sows 'n' bucks.
Just like God planned it in the first place, the species do not mingle.
That said, we're praying that the hunt will prove successful again this year as our venison supply is all but depleted -- and we use that almost to exclusion as our red meat. We do use our own home grown, delicious grass-fed beef to serve when we have guests.
