Redneck for a Day...

Well, at least that's what Big Dave said I should call this post.  And seein' as how this day was all about hangin' with my favorite boy and doin' what he loves (sorta) I figured I would take him up on his suggestion.

After I got Miss Priss off to her weekend retreat with her church youth group this morning, I came home and went back to to bed.  It was glorious.  Then, when I woke up Big Dave said, "Get dressed Boonkie, we're goin' to the huntin' club!"  Okay... in twenty one years of our relationship I have done a lot of things, but somehow or another I've managed to NEVER go to the hunting club with him. 

But today was the day.  No kid to pick up from school, no job to report to, and beautiful blue skies... how could I say no? 

So we loaded up and headed an hour west of Dhuland to booming metropolis of Brooklet... home of Big Dave's hunting club. 

We had a handful of very specific goals to attend to today.  Since deer season is over, there was no hunting (or I wouldn't have gone... I'll eat Bambi, but I don't want to be around when he bites the dust.) 

First, we had to pick up this lovely new bit of decor...

Oh yeah, you KNOW you're jealous and wish that you too could have a European skull mount (with cypress stump) sitting next to your bed.  Uh huh. You heard it.  Big Dave has given his latest trophy a place of honor right next to his side of the bed.  I'm a lucky girl.

Then we snaked our way through miles (seriously miles) of dirt roads and farmland (I've never known real live dirt roads to be this long... they even had stop signs)...

... until we finally got to the hunting land where we went from regular ol' dirt roads to like, I don't know... bushy dirt roads...

 It was weird.  And kind of scrary.  A little.  I mean this is the kind of place where Jason from Camp Crystal Lake hangs out if you ask me.  But Big Dave is brave, and strong, and pees in the woods...

Then we tromped through the woods to take care of our second task...

...putting out corn for the turkeys.  Big Dave wants to attract lots turkeys to the hunting land.   I tried a turkey song to see if I could call them, but they didn't come. 

Then we loaded back up and wound our way through the forest roads, food plots, and farmland...

...past tree stands...

...and then trekked into a forest so quiet and thick that it was like walking through Narnia...

... until we found the perfect clearing for another smattering of turkey corn, and Big Dave mounted his game camera in the right spot so he can be a proper paparazzi to the flock of turkeys he's expecting to dine at his homemade buffet. 

While waiting for him, I found this great big tree that had been ripped out of the ground by a tornado, roots and all...

I've got pretty big roots too. I feel a kinship with this tree. 

Yep, I found out that there are plenty of fun things to do at the hunting club.  I discovered a cool dead pine tree with etchings on it...

Big Dave says that pine beetles did this. Neato huh?

And I also had time to do some interpretive shadow poses...

I call this, 'Walk like a one armed Egyption'.

And this one, 'Dancing queen'...

And 'Peace'...

Lots of husband-wife bonding.  Lots of outdoors-time.  And no ticks. 

Perfect.

;)

 

 

Comments

[anne murdock]

You have to be one of the bravest souls I have ever known. Perhaps since it is "winter" there the snakes are still hiding but you can believe I would have been looking for them.

[Sid]

Wow so that's far out. And far out! Sort of.