November has come and gone so quickly, and I have been trying to get so many things in order. I'm getting really excited to get out the Christmas décor this weekend and I'm also excited about the Thanksgiving festivities this week. The year is marching right on past. It will be 2010 before we know it. The reality that my best friend from high school will be moving at the end of the year has set in too. She texted me this morning that her house had sold, which is great and sad news all in one.
In Matt news, he killed a deer yesterday! First off, my husband isn't really a hunter. In the 8 years that we have been together I have never seen him shoot a gun. I've heard stories, and he has shown me firearms before, but never actually fired them in my presence. About a week ago, I saw this beautiful buck on the farm and told Matt and the family about it. I had made the comment that Matt should try to get it before someone else does. I'm not usually in favor of killing the wildlife on the farm. I love seeing all the deer. I even like that every evening and every morning about 50-60 turkeys are roosting or wandering around in the field beside our house. But you see, other people, strangers, think that they can just hunt on the farm, well… because they want to. Basically we have a wide variety of people that trespass about this time EVERY year. I've literally drove by and caught them climbing through a fence before. They have a lot of nerve. Anyhow, Matt's dad knocked on our door yesterday afternoon, said he had seen the deer too, thought it was a good size and asked Matt if he was interested in shooting it. Matt decided to, and pulled one of his brother's rifles out of the safe in the house. Matt's late brother loved to hunt, so it was quite fitting that Matt used his gun, and shot a deer on his brother's birthday. He would have been very proud. So without any practice or even firing a gun in the last 8 years, Matt took one shot and killed his first deer ever yesterday.
