So Brice got a nice sized buck on Saturday. The boys (especially Cameron) thought it was pretty cool. Cameron was not concerned at all about getting right up in that deer's business.
I am not a huge fan of dead animals. The other day Andy had killed a rabbit in our yard. Or maybe it died of fright. There was nothing outwardly wrong with it except for that it was dead. I discovered it up against the fence in the morning and I knew that if I didn't dispose of it there would be dead rabbit flesh flung around the yard, courtesy of a bored dog. So I had to get rid of it.
I'm sure if any neighbors were watching me get rid of it, they got a show. I have a pretty weak stomach for that stuff.
But I guess I better get on board with this deer, because he will be mounted on a wall in our house soon, I imagine.