Does your date night involve getting dolled up and eating on an outdoor patio?
What about making googly eyes at each other over a bowl of venison chili?
Then watching intently as hunting guides skin and field dress 4 deer on the floor in front of you?
What? That isn’t normal?
The other 100 people attending the wild game harvesting class last night would beg to differ.
The scariest thing about hunting is trying to figure out what to do with the carcass after you manage to take it down. Not that I would know, ’cause I haven’t managed to kill anything yet.
Unfortunately trucks don’t count. Poor armadillo.
I think I earned major bonus points with Hubs last night when I managed to keep my dinner down while learning how to carve up a freshly harvested deer to fit in a cooler.
This morning I am watching the deer happily munching under the deer feeder behind my house with new perspective.What they don’t know won’t hurt them.
At least not until hunting season starts.
A special thanks to the hardworking fellas at Nine Bar Ranch for the informative class and amazing dinner!
*I took a picture, so if you have an iron stomach and want to see it, e-mail me and I’ll forward it on:)