Homework

My government teacher gave us a semester long paper. 

We turned it in chunk by chunk. Now I have to complete that last chunk, and if I turn the whole thing in better than the pieces before, I have the chance of receiving more points than before. He showed us the best paper he ever graded. It was forty pages about Mongolia. My paper is about Zambia, and there is no way it will be forty pages long. I'm thinking I might be able to manage about 10 or 12 pages. The next couple of days will tell how much I can stretch out of my three drafts.

Logan's First Deer (both of them!)

This is my story of Logan's first deer.

Last night, I was ironing upstairs and heard his gun pop. I ran to the window and saw two deer come racing across the field. One of them slowed, stopped, and then toppled over. "He got one!" I yelled and ran downstairs. The rest of the household ran to the windows while I ran out the door.

Just as I was coming up to the quonset (which is the area he has been hunting from) I heard another pop. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You already got one." He looked a little disgusted at his gun and said, "The sights must be off. I know I was in the right spot."

I looked at him quizzically, "What are you talking about? There is a dead deer lying out in the field, I saw it fall."

He didn't believe me, but followed me over to the next field. Even when I pointed it out, he still didn't believe it. The white belly and brown hide just blended in with the clumpy, dirty, snowy field. As we walked up to it he still wasn't sure it was all the way dead. But once he saw the wound, I think he patted his gun. His shot was right above the shoulder. Exactly where he wanted it! The deer was absolutely dead.

So we tagged that deer and hauled it up to the house. As we were gutting it, he thought maybe he should see if he got that second deer. Apparently, while I watched the one fall, he watched another that ran the opposite direction. When it got to our east fence row, it hesitated. Logan shot, and the deer took off.

We got Logan's deer all gutted, and I was in the house rinsing the heart and liver when my cell phone rang. It was Logan, he was standing next to another dead deer.

So I went back out and helped him move deer one over to the barn rafter. Then we hung up deer two and gutted her.

It was my job to cut out the "pooper."

I had great fun. I always enjoy the gutting of animals. It is so fascinating to me. And it was so exhilarating to be a part of Logan's first deer, both of them.

Logan's first deer!

He only got two of the three deer, but then again, he only shot twice. So maybe we have a Nelson sharp shooter in the family?

Artwork

It is so much fun to be an Aunt! 

When I was out with Kaelyn, Nessa and Austin last weekend, I acquired new stories, this beautiful artwork and a cold. I'd say it was a successful visit!