About this whole hunting topic.
By the way, if the reader doesn't enjoy non-skinned deer, I definitely would not suggest looking at the pictures. Then again, that just might pique your interest and now you're scrolling to them. ;)
Thursday evening my brother and I traveled in separate vehicles over to our grandparent's house, and no, not because we bicker excessively or anything like that, but because the reason of me returning home early for school reasons. We went to bed at [blank] o'clock and woke Friday morning at around 4:15, only to head out at 4:45 to shot us some deer. Now please understand that seeing as the lack of sleep the night before made us quite tired, rest came upon us during those early morning hours. Rest, in this case, would be defined as something between the closing of the eyes and literal sleep. (I think Emil leans towards the latter part in explaining my case...personally I would differ...kinda) After about a hour and a half or so passed and, at around 6:50 AM, 3-4 deer passed by our blinds. To make a long story short, two of them were killed and the rest of the day was spent gutting, skinning, etc.
I think some people at church are trying to create shirts that has the following, "Emil Bandy Loves Bambi," printed on it.
Saturday morning unfolded the same as the day before, with the exception being no deer killed. Most of the morning was spent opening our eyes and, if not seeing any deer, promptly closing them. Although, I did shoot at a particular deer thrice without any success. I guess that's why we're not supposed to try at 150 yards with a shotgun, eh? ;)
After all the outside work concluded, the inside work began...
16 comments:
So, you hunted in your flip-flops?!?!? Yeah, I just know your trying to live up to your new nickname... ;-)
So, Grace and Emil did what we would have done...er...rather, if we had found ourselves processing raw meat...which I highly doubt...but anyhoo, if we did, yeah, we'd dance too! Love you guys! ;-)
BTW...ASHTON'S A CRACKSHOT!!!! *cheesy grin* I just couldn't resist...hehehe
Ashton's a crackshot!!!:)
Ashton's a crackshot!:D
LOL! The McDonald ladies strike again. I can picture y'all standing at the comp, giggling away... ;)
About those sandals...not exactly is that the story...boots are much more suitable for the hunting experience. Sandals quite fit the bill for walking around the yard, posing for deer pictures, etc. ;D
haha, awesome stuff, bro. glad y'all netted you some deerages.
cool pics! A friend from church gave us a deer he had killed last week. It took mom forever to cut up all that meat off the bone. My brother Landon helped her. I tried to stay away as much as possible so as not to be made to help...it's disgusting.
My brother goes "Kristen you need to learn this so that way if you marry a hunter you will know what to do."
Me: "No, if I marry a hunter then he should know how to do all this stuff and so if he kills one he will be the one cutting it up, not me." :P
Ashton's a crackshot! Sorry, the McDonalds girls told me I HAD to! *grin*
Aston's a crackshot! *(devious) grin* I just had to keep this going.
Jake: We are, too. (sun)
Kikki: Haha! That's too funny...hopefully your mother didn't mind cutting up all that meat.
Sierra: Waait a minute, they actually told you to say that?! Now I'm wondering who all they informed of their plot...
Josiah: Lol...yeah, I'm sure you just /had/ to. ;) Are y'all coming this afternoon to the Evans'?
"Ashton's a crackshot."
*looks innocent* No, no, I have no idea who all they they informed of their plot... :-)
Yeah, *looks even MORE innocent*...they did. LOL! See ya tomorrow!
"Although, I did shoot at a particular deer thrice without any success." Yes, certainly, Bandy. You are most definitely a crackshot. A dead-eye. Blind in one eye an' can't see outta t'other! Jk, jk. :)
You have to use shotguns??? You don't let the deer hang??? Pathetic! But great fun anyway. :) I haven't got anything, but my dad got a monster buck this year. :D
Raquel: Innocence doth not become a gal in this situation...lol. ;D
Sierra: Same principle applies to you, too...lol. ;)
Liza: Yeah, yeah... *is a crackshot* That would be correct, one can't really use a rifle here in IL, 'tis illegal...although I believe there is an exception on which my brother could elaborate. Deer hanging? O_o Could you explain yourself a little bit? :D Indeed, it's a good time overall...congrats on your dad getting the buck!
Hanging deer is basically to let the enzymes in the deer break down so that the meat is more tender. Depending on the weather and the deer, we hang ours from a week to two weeks. Usually, we let the deer cool down after gutting it out, then skin about a day or so later and put plastic on it, like a big garbage bag, to protect the meat. You can do a lot of reading about it, but that's a summary. We used to not hang deer, but then we tried it out and venison was never the same! :D
Tis very odd actually, so here is the basics:
In Illinois you may use for hunting deer the following: A muzzleloader (must use blacpowder), a shotgun (slugs only, no buckshot), a bow (must be at least 45 lbs drawback), a crossbow (you can't use one unless you have a special disability or be over 65 years of age), or finally a pistol (single shot or revolver) as far as the calibers for the pistol is as follows: You can use a bottleneck catridge if the case is smaller than 1.4 in. (basically no bottleneck cartridge of that length is capable of attaining the required ability of killing a deer humanely and reaching the minimum of 500 ft-lbs of energy at the muzzle) however, you may use any straight walled cartridge (of any length) so you can use a 45-70 but not a 30'06. The point that they try to make is that Illinois is flat and so therefore we can't use flat trajectory cartridges (I don't agree) You can use a 50 BMG rifle for killing coyotes however.
Ashton, I have no idea to what situation you could possibly be referring. In other words, innocence becomes a girl in every situation--as long as she can pull it off convincingly. :-)
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