B. If I don't have your email address, you don't know I am thinking about things other than Harold and his trees; blogging is such a nice diversion. ºÜº
C. I have no clue why I'm alphabetical today. Looks kinda tidy, though, doesn't it?
D. I visited Harold's trees and took pictures.
These are the little branches
Harold knocked off on the east side:
These are the little branches
Harold knocked off on the west side:
This poor little (former) tree the trailcam can't see:
This used to be the treetop:
I'd thought not to talk about this in deference to Joycie, who suffers mightily with Bambi syndrome, but I've been asked about the advisability of naming a deer we might have for dinner (and we're not talkin' about an invitation). Look away now, Joycie...
Harold-Schmarold. Do you see my trees? Frank, Constantine, Anthony, Bambi. Spy that buck (or Faline) in the crosshairs during daylight hours, and he's wrapped and in the freezer.
For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving: for it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer. ~I Timothy 4:4, 5
2 comments:
Harold looks like a mighty fine few meals to me!! My boys would be beggin' me to let them take an early morning stroll with the rifles until Harold was in the freezer.
We are having some similar issues with a rabbit and some deer in our garden... we've lost everything we've planted for the last two years!! I'm torn between building fences or just camping out with the rifle and a whole lot of freezer paper.
Good luck on taming the young bucks!
Hilarious post! Your poor little trees...hope you catch him--deer meat is good!
You're right...blogging can be a nice diversion sometimes.
Take care, and have a great day!
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