Some families go caroling. Others bake. Mine tries not to die in the annual Hunt. This is no ordinary Hunt. This is the Hunt where concussions happen. This is the Hunt that my Mom forgot to bring the saw and we ended up using a steak knife. This is the Hunt when Dylan pushed the old beat up Explorer free from its blizzardy snow bank, then slid down the mountain after it in a vinyl suitcase that flew out the back. But this years Hunt was by far the most successful: only one broken tailbone, two saws, and no snow.
It is freakishly dry here in Utah this year, as is evident by Gage making his way through the clutching grasps of the dead shrub oak. It was like that dream where you try to run but you just can't because something is holding you back.
Don't be deceived. Despite the dry, dustiness, it was still f-f-f-freeeezing. Here, Dylan and I replenish with a quick snack.
It is freakishly dry here in Utah this year, as is evident by Gage making his way through the clutching grasps of the dead shrub oak. It was like that dream where you try to run but you just can't because something is holding you back.
Don't be deceived. Despite the dry, dustiness, it was still f-f-f-freeeezing. Here, Dylan and I replenish with a quick snack.
Aaaah, the moment of the kill. The excitement of spotting "the one" and inching toward it. Sneak up from behind, weapon ready. Grab it by the middle and hack away at the bottom. The thump of the fall. It lies still on the cold ground and you know you've won. A triumph of brains over...pointyness. Dylan shows off his 3 million point prize.
4 comments:
I can't decide which would be the funnier image: the flying vinyl suitcase or the struggling person sawing down a tree with a stake knife....
Did you photo shop those dead animal parts into your trip? Gross.
That deer leg was sticking out from under our van when we stopped. I honestly had an image of a sad deer hobbling around with no leg for a minute there. When we returned with our kill, my brother had placed the leg in our grill. You are correct: gross.
Ahh, brotherly humor. That was original, I must say.
I think you should keep the deer leg there for ever. And then when people make you mad on the road, you can stop your car, pull it out, and shake it at them. You don't even have to say anything, they'll get the point.
Post a Comment