There is one thing ' steady ' in our large family, and that is our ample sense of humor. This Christmas, it was my brother Randy,
(we tease, but he's Mom's 'favorite' ) who celebrated Mom's good shot, just ' one more time.'
Any one out there who enjoys the sport of hunting to put food on your table for your family will understand the humor here.
My crazy brother cooked off a Butternut Squash, (fitting as Mom is from the small neighboring town of Butternut), anyway, he decided to replicate the resemblance of a deer by adding taxidermy deer eyes, (Randy does taxidermy), an apple, (which the deer have plenty of at the farm where this one was harvested,) raisins for the nostrils, a tomato nose all lying on a bed of lettuce. Deer love lettuce, too. Finally, he placed the antlers from Mom's harvest, on the squash just right, to look like her buck.
Mom LOVED it.
She had wondered where the antlers went when they mysteriously could not be found when my son asked to see them. ( It's part of the hunters code to ask and be told in great detail about the taking of the meat for the table. It's a celebratory thing, beginning always, with a hunters hand shake. ) Mom was particularly excited to tell her story, as she had been hospitalized the week before during the rifle hunting week, so she decided to try her hand at Black Powder Season the following week.
She's quite the shot. A deer never suffers during her hunts, for those of you with concern. Though she is mainly a meat hunter for the family table, she Still proudly claims the largest, most impressive racks on the wall, of which she quietly reminds the boys, Every Single Season. I think she will hunt until her dying days, just like Dad. They never ceased to be grateful to provide.
And that's the way it was.
Thanks for stopping by and
I lift my Hot Chocolate to a New Year full of Surprises!