Fish and Chips Story — The Story of Us

I went hunting for the first time this weekend. I sat in a tree stand for more than 3 hours on Thanksgiving morning and I saw nothing. Not an antler, not a tail, not a thing.

Friday morning it was foggier than anyone could remember at the camp but we went out.  I decided to try my tree stand since the blind I was in had frost on the windows and I couldn’t see out any way.  There I had a very strange experience.  As the sun came up and the fog began to lift it seemed to get colder and looked more like a cloudy day.  Then it started to rain.  As near as I can figure (and I had a lot of time to sit and think) the burn off actually blocked enough of the sun to make the fog below condense again it actually began to rain.  So I was sitting in a rain cloud which would have been fine if I would have actually seen any sign of a dear.
Then, Friday night, it happens. I looked up and there was a dear about 20 yards into the field and 130 yards from me. I got all kinds of excited since it was the first one I had seen all weekend. It was a doe but at least it was something. Then I put the scope on it and I saw the spikes. It was a tiny 4 point but it was a buck and it was legal. I put my finger on the trigger and fired, it took off like a bolt for the woods. I couldn’t get the bolt action rifle ready for another shot in time. I went to look for it but I didn’t find any blood. I walked over to the woods where it went in but I couldn’t find any sign.  My father-in-law and I looked but couldn’t find where the round hit the ground (assuming I missed)
I can’t believe I missed it. I had an easy shot I had to have hit it but I didn’t. I was to excited when I saw it, I didn’t take my time like I should have.  I am now assuming that I hit it but couldn’t find a sign. Next year maybe I will have another chance.

Ok, so Heather doesn’t believe me but the other night Alora walked from me to her activity center, all of two steps all by herself. I called Heather to tell her but she doesn’t believe me. Of course unless she sees it she never believes me.

Alora’s hair was getting really shaggy.  Her bangs were in front of her eyes and it was falling over her ears like an old man’s but I didn’t want to pay for her to get a hair cut.  So while mommy was holding her I used my electric razor with clipper attachment to trim it up.  It doesn’t look to bad if I do say so myself.

She has been cutting three teeth for a while now so it has been a little bit hard on us all but I guess everyone goes through this stuff.