So Matt got his first deer ever this year on his hunt. He was so excited and honestly the meat he cooked up for the family was really good (to my surprise). Paul didn't get one on their weekend trip but he didn't give up and kept going out after work. He spotted this poor little fellow and the rest of the story needs to be told by him. The end of the story involves strapping the deer to the top of his company car and hauling it to our backyard.
Matt was more than happy to help him skin and quarter it. They were like two little boys on Christmas morning. Little brother Paul's rack happened to be a little bigger than Matt's. But who's comparing?
They are...
but as they say- "It's not the size of the bull in the fight, it's the size of fight in the bull" right? Congrats. you two- Your hard work paid off!
1 comment:
haha, I love it! Those 2 are hilarious...sorry for the mess at your house. And I have to agree I was SOOO nervous for the deer meat, and it was actually really good.
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