You know the man's distracted with work when his wife - who is not a hunter - informs him that it is indeed muzzle loader season already. He is astonished and disbelieving, so he looks it up online. He then kicks himself for going out the other evening with his bow, where he saw six nice deer ....that were in range for a muzzle loader.
After confirming the start of muzzle loader season, he gleefully gathers his things for the hunt. It isn't very long before Wife, who was sitting at the table still working on thank you notes, hears the report of Husband's gun. She knows it will take him several minutes to find his kill, if he indeed killed it - of which she has no doubt, and she texts him: "Did I just hear the sound of my freezer groaning under the weight of venison?" "Not sure," came the reply. A few more minutes thereafter, "Yes. Tell BJ to bring the ATV around." WOOHOO!!!!
A pretty doe, that he dressed and butchered yesterday. I wonder why they call it "dressing" an animal when really things go quite the opposite? But I digress. Meat for my freezer! Husband was not pleased with how his shot went - he thought she had been more broadside than she was, so some of the meat had "belly matter" on it and was therefore unusable. I had the baby for the first part (though I watched out the kitchen window whilst I walked him) but Mary took him so I could watch the butchering. Husband showed me what meat was good and what pieces were best, throwing them into the cooler as he did so.
I didn't stay to watch him wash and cure it - I'm still feeling sick and feverish and wanted to get to bed. He'll show me another time. But we'll have venison! And Husband got his first deer-in-the-freezer of the season. I doubt it will sufficiently salve the wound of not finding the eight-point buck he shot (they searched for hours) two weeks ago, but perhaps it was still an encouragement to him. He is a skilled hunter!
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