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There comes a time in every boys life when becomes a man. There are a few different things that can make this happen. In Bailey's case, it involved a gun. Over the summer, my dad got an idea to put Bailey in a hunter's education course. He also took Bailey target shooting several times. Today was the first day of hunting season. Last night Dwight, my dad and Bailey packed up the truck and went out for Bailey's first hunting trip. I figured they'd be gone until late tonight, and come home empty handed. (Maybe it was just me hoping) But, at about 9:00 this morning I got a call from Bailey telling me he got his deer and they were heading home. He got one on his first shot. He didn't actually kill it with that one shot, and the deer was crying, which made Bailey cry, and grandpa had to come in and finish it up. By the time he got home, he was pretty proud. Look at my sweet little boy posing next to his first kill. So precious.
Dwight was asking where he should hang it up and as a joke I told him there was a hook on the front porch. You can't hear it, but I'm totally screaming in the background, "I was joking, take it down!!"
I'm pretty sure this is against the CC&R's.
Bailey getting in one more pose before it gets cut up into cute little Bambi bits.
He shot it right through the butt.
Dwight watched a YouTube video on how to cut it up. Mmmm delicious, right?
He got every bit of it. Just like the indians, we're not wasting a bit.
This is also the view from my kitchen window right now. Calvin's wanting to make a necklace out of this. The skin is drying out on the grass waiting to be made into a belt. I have to say, I'm a little grossed out in my house. I for sure will not be hanging out in the backyard for awhile.