My son killed a deer.He is about as proud as a boy can be. There's so much testosterone involved in a feat like this, you have no idea. It's this whole "Hail the Conquering Hero" thing.
He snuck up on the beast, with his manly stealth prowess. He took aim from nearly 300 yards away, requiring powerful eyesight and sniper-level shooting skills.
Then he tracked it as it staggered to it's death. He rent the beast asunder and packed it's carcass for miles to finally reach the boundaries of civilization.
He seems to have a surgeon's stomach, since he wasn't apparently bothered by the process of cleaning the thing.
Freaky that this child emerged from my womb.
Oh, but I am so proud of him.
He's brought home meat for the winter, and a mini rack to mount on his wall.
Charlton Heston for President!
5 comments:
Freaky! And really cool!
I can't believe that bloody thing was in your garage!
I'm really proud of him!
Congratulations to your son!
Poor deer was so young. I'm sure M had fun doing this but I'm not going to be accompanying him on any hunting trips because I don't have the heart for it.
YES! Truly outstanding! There's nothing like it to begin the initiation into manhood.
;>)
Just look at that tongue hanging out of the poor dead beast! That's so creepy.
Wow. What an amazing accomplishment, I guess. While I don't really get the whole hunting thing, I can be happy for M... because obviously, he does get it.
Yum, venison?
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