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Show JCIST STUFF BY JflN yk In my family, the Deer Hunt ranks right up there just after our Christmas Play, annual Easter Egg Hunt and Turkey Day Feast. On opening weekend the whole fam-damily makes the trek down to the cabin for the hunt. And, if the Fullenbach hunters aren't the epitome of "the mighty hunter!" Early on opening morning, before the sun has even poked its head over the mountain, the mighty hunters are out and about, Bundled in their winter woolies and decked out in their orange garb, they trudge through snow and mud, out in the bitter cold to kill Big Red. They hike the hills through rain and sleet and frosty air, climbing over rocks and logs, through bushes and shrubs, in search of Bambi and his buddies. But there's something different about these mighty hunters. Instead of tramping through the woods with the burning desire in their heart to bring back a big buck that most hunters are driven by, the guys in my family tramp through the woods almost in fear that they might see a buck, and that would mean they'd have to shoot it, which would mean they'd have to haul it back to the cabin and clean it. Mind you, if a deer were to cross their path they wouldn't hesitate sending him to the Big Buck retreat in the sky, they're just not overly disappointed if they don't have much luck. But, despite our lack of kill-a-deer-itis, we love the hunt. It's a time for the family to get together and revel in the beauty of outdoors. And, although the leaves have all fallen, the ground is frozen and covered in snow, and the earth is barren, it is still a beautiful time of year. Good luck hunters. |