The last hunting season was the best season so far for my Hubby. He has so much pride with his 250 pounds, 14-pointer buck that he shot straight on the left ear with his 270 Remington Rifle. This is his latest trophy. This is his latest achievement as a hunter. And this - is my only competition (Thanks God!)
For a while, it was hard for me to understand his passion. Everything was new to me. From where I came from, hunting is not a sports. So when I came here in Maine, it was really a culture shock. Honestly, I have not been in a zoo yet, that is why, I have not seen a real deer until one snowy morning in November. (Oh am so glad I had that digital camera on hand and had a chance to take that shot.)
And seeing a real live deer was indeed awesome. But seeing a dead deer was shocking. Oh well, I got over it sooner than I can imagine. I had to... I married a hunter. I had to... he is passionate about this sports. And I had to... because at least, the deer is my only competition.
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