Relative Normalcy

Huntin'

So after a long two weeks at the hospital, I convinced Randy-

which wasn't too hard- to go hunting last Saturday. Bless his heart, he had spent about 15 hours a day at the side of Sterling's bed and he needed a 

break. He loaded up Chandler, his Dad, and a couple of friends and off to 

the lease they went. (at 2:30 in the morning-to sit in the dark, I don't

understand this silly "sport" but to each his own.)

They had a great day together and caught up on a nap or two in the stand.

The best part was Chandler shooting not just his first deer, but he got TWO!

The phone call from him was hilarious- I am the first one he called-sheer joy.

(again, I do not understand why killing Bambi is fun-again, to each his own)

He was so excited and I think that Randy may have been a little 

more thrilled than Chandler. Chandler is now hooked-as long as he doesn't 

have to clean them. 

Here are a few pics from their day-the last one is a little yuck, so if

dead Bambi bothers you, skip the pictures.

Randy, Chandler, and Will

Chandler, getting ready to hunt.

One of his two prizes-so exciting