A Hunting Tale
My 10 year old son has been riding me to let him try deer hunting with a crossbow. Not one to deny him the urge to do anything live, in person, and deeply rewarding, I made my weekend available. He’s been target shooting with it a lot. In fact, he was doing it too much because he got good enough that he began shooting the knocks off the other arrows.🤨
Nature started out helping us. We had record cold hit us here in the Deep South, which put the deer to moving, and acorns on the ground.
4:50AM isn’t a fun time to get out your warm bed, but my son was already downstairs and dressed when I finally got up. We got stuff together and trudged through the windy woods to a stand I haven’t hunted
much. We climbed in, and did what most hunters spend all their time doing; wait. We didn’t have to wait long. At about 6:30 some deer began feeding their way to us.
It would take 10 agonizingly slow
minutes for them to go the 40 yards to come into range. For a kid, it has to be like 10 years. We were like statues, frozen in our elevated hide. After a few tense moments, a solo adult doe presented an open quartering away shot. He asked me, as he peered through the scope, “can I shoot?”. “Ye….” The thwack of the arrow release interrupted me. His shot was absolutely perfect. Literally split the heart in half. It ran about 20 feet and expired. His first ever deer kill had happened.
It was so exciting to watch him go through the whole process. He managed the waiting part, breathing through the adrenaline, and picking a smal spot to hit. He was so pumped afterwards. “LETS GO!!” He yelled as he pumped his fist. I was more so.
He did it all except dragging 😂He even drove our tractor himself to get it, and, most impressive of all, he insisted on helping me process the animal. At 10, he broke half his own deer down with minimal help from me. Whether you eat meat, or not, the experience of hunting, and processing it yourself is taking a lot of responsibility for your own feeding. I am eternally grateful for the experience, as I’m sure neither of us will forget it.
I was so excited to see that blankets and Christmas lights did the trick and the garden survived the freezing temperatures…
It’s a mystical, foggy morning here and I’m loving it;-) The fog is almost like the snow, makes everything a little slower and quieter.
We’re taking my parents to the Amish country today - something they haven’t experienced before, at least in this lifetime;-) What are y’all up to this weekend?
Bread baking is in full swing and I feel like I’m getting the hang of it again 😃😃. Having my parents around for such a long time is always very interesting for me. It’s so easy to observe my own patterns and behavioral traits in them and it always gives me a lot of insight on what needs some more healing or forgiving or shifting in me. As I always say healing is a journey one day at a time .
Is there something you guys are working on right now or healing or maybe just observing in yourself? Sending you all much much love ❤️ K
My lemons were doing great this year. I was brave enough in spring to really cut them down quite a bit and as it turned out it was really good for them. Are any of you guys growing citrus plants? Sending y’all much love K♥️
Friends,
it's always quite interesting to see how one and the same piece of information/video/article can cause an incredibly variety of reactions. From "blessed and inspired" to "this is fear mongering of the worst kind".
They saw the same piece on information delivered/written by the same person. So is it the information itself or is it something else that determines how we react?
Kristin and I talk about it in today's Sunday Sermon right here 👇🏽
Much Love & Many Blessings,
Jean & Kristin
Friends,
in the face of all that we are witnessing in the world today, who hasn't asked themself at times, "What can little old me change"? It's a common question and we've all asked it before.
It's actually a very important one to ask, but most don't realize how powerful the real answer is.
Let us explain in today's Sunday Sermon 👇🏽
