Affirmation card today….
This is true. I tend to fail at this often. I like keeping myself busy, so my mind doesn’t wander where I don’t need it to. Keeping this busy is not as good as it sounds, because I tend to start a couple projects at the same time.
Then, by the time I get one project finished, I’m too busy with others to actually take the time to enjoy it. Then I get flustered and make a mistake which makes me crabby. Then I am forced to recruit Paul’s help, which NEVER goes as planned. LOL
I am going to try much harder at just focusing on one thing and only one thing, then taking some time after it’s done to actually appreciate it more.
Though the project I need done next is a HUGE one, a “take all winter and possibly all spring to get done” kind of project. Oh, my poor husband. LOL
I’m NOT going to think about that right now.
Right now, I’m just focusing on getting what I need done all finished and ready for this Vender show I signed up for this Saturday.
Tea Leaf & Tallow will be there! So, IF you’re in the area this Saturday, stop on by, say hello, do a little shopping. 😉
This will be my first time at Duck Creek, so be gentle. 😂 LOL
That aside, let’s talk deer hunting. Whitetail deer hunting is in full swing here. The rut I think is a little messed up from the weather fluctuating up and down so much. They’re just not chasing as much as normal for this time of year…..
This is my professional opinion,,,, from my husband. I wouldn’t know. LOL
I haven’t been deer hunting since before my concussion. So over 6 years. I MISS IT!
I mainly miss my hunting group that I used to run with ever since I started hunting at 14 with my dad. Well, I shouldn’t say run with these guys, more like, leisurely stroll. LOL My cousins, the VanDonsel boys are big guys. I’ve honestly never seen one of them run. Though, Chad and Tim were both in the Military when they were younger so I’m confident they DID run at one point in their lives. 🤣
If you knew these guys, you’d know they can rip a person down and roast them for hours. When I was the newbie in the hunting group I took my fair share of shit from these guys, so I have earned the right to rip on them too. LOL
It’s ALL in good fun. Years and years of opening weekend of deer hunting. Getting out to my deer stand nice and early in hopes of getting the first deer of the group. Instead, freezing my ass off until 9:30 then making my way to the group hunting shack where we then play cards, eat Little Debbie snacks, chips and cookies and bullshit until everyone finally shows up to start driving woods.
It was the best!
I actually started out not even holding a gun, I was designated driver. The little peon who was forced to walk through red whips and thick ass brush hooting and hollering to spook out any hiding deer to the guys who surrounded the woods in hopes of being a good enough shot to actually hit something. With this group,,, it was pure luck! HA!
I honestly never even shot a deer until I started dating Paul.
My dad had always just let me use his old Mossberg 20 guage bolt action shotgun.
I DO LOVE a bolt action! 😁💚
Now, for an old farmer, making sure your shotgun is shooting straight is simply done by setting out an old 5-gallon pail and shooting. If you hit the pail, you’re good to go! LOL
Paul just shook his head when I told him this. LOL He and his family have a shooting range set up behind his parents’ house, guns sighted in perfect. Very professional. They even have a clay pigeon thrower for shooting trap at home. (Very fun!)
So, I brought my Mossberg over to my boyfriend’s house and guess what we found out.
My dad had me hunting all those years with a gun so old I couldn’t hit a damn thing! The sites were permanent and couldn’t be adjusted. I swear the barrel was even curved. (Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration but, it sucked. LOL)
Paul talked me into going and buying myself my first NEW shotgun. We ended up buying a Remington 20 gauge Express with rifled barrel.
My dad just about had a hernia pop hearing that I bought a rifled barrel because the shells for it are so much more expensive. (He’s just cheap)
That year, I shot my first deer! A 4-point buck at 80 yards away standing right against the corn field. A clean shot right through the heart, he dropped right there.
From then on, the guys picked on my a little less, as I continued to help with the deer harvest every year. I even got promoted to a posted shooter instead of a driver. Woohoo!!
I got called ‘The Great White Hunter’ some. LOL Which I’m good with. Especially since my cousin Tim hunted for 30 years before getting his first ever deer, AFTER me. muahahahaha
Eventually we lost our family hunting woods and group hunting died out when everyone started sitting stands all day and no one drove out woods anymore. The deer stopped moving like they used to. The group disbanded, and some quit hunting all together.
Still, those are some of my favorite memories.
I think of these memories every single season.
I see the guys once in a great while. Call Tim now and then to catch up and joke and obnoxiously text him on his birthday every year.
But no matter what, I feel a little bummed out each deer season. Missing the old days.
Take care
*Hugs*
Come spill the tea with me!