Wednesday, November 28, 2012

first deer. . .

As many of you know, this week is gun season for deer hunting.  Thanks to our hunting mentor, Asher and I had the opportunity to hunt in his woods the first two days of the season.  And wouldn't you know, I actually got one!  It was about 10:30 Tuesday morning, and we had been in our stands since 7.  I had seen one buck, and a glimpse of a doe, but other than that, we were watching squirrels. (I think that they knew we weren't going to shoot at them; one actually climbed the tree that Asher was sitting in).  I was thinking about calling it a day and heading home, when in my peripheral vision I saw some movement.  A huge buck.  Moving down the hill.  I turned around and whistled at him while I aimed.  Sometimes you can whistle at deer, and they will stop to see what is making the noise.  Worked in my case.  He stopped and turned to look at me, and I fired.  By the way, a shotgun makes a REALLY loud noise when you've been quiet all morning!   After I shot, I saw him kick up his hind legs and take off.  We waited for a while, and then got down from our stands to see if we could see any blood.  Meanwhile, I was literally jittering from excitment.  :)  I mean, my first year deer hunting, and I shoot a buck!  But yeah, we looked around for blood, and we found some.  So we walked around, following the blood trail and looking for my buck.
 For like HOURS.
 Until we found him.  A TEN-POINT BUCK!!!  Can you belive that!?  I mean, how cool can your first deer be?  Uh, VERY!
Those antlers are SO going up on the wall, and that meat in the freezer. A friend of ours picked it up today to butcher it later, and he said that if I had shot 5 to 6 inches to the left, it would have been a perfect shot. Again, UNREAL. That's probably the best word to use for my deer hunting experience. :)
  Why does every picture of me over the past six months on this blog have some sort of animal that I've killed in it. . .

Posted by aMoRy

Monday, November 12, 2012

cut the pieces . . .

Tonight I had the crazy idea of turning some of our crusty bread into croutons. And since I had the bread, and all of us love croutons, it worked out really well!
I had several peices of bread that were REALLY dry and brittle, and some other pieces that were a little SOFT in the middle.  First I cut the peices that were brittle and stored them in a jar.  Meanwhile, Maine was looking up how to make croutons in one of the many cookbooks we have on our kitchen shelves.  Since I had already cut most of the soft bread up, I buttered a pan and filled it with bite-sized cubes.  Maine was helping me and she decided what herbs to use on them.  After preheating the oven, I baked them until they were crisp, and mixed them to the others.
Immediately they were used with the salad we had with our spaghetti dinner.  The salad included iceberg lettuce, baby spinach, and some cut apple pieces.  Topped with a little ranch dressing, it was a great addition to the dinner!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Gingerbread... Yeah! So Miss Leisa comes and bakes us some gingerbread, and ends up constructing an entire gingerbread house with us. I will just let you enjoy the pictures :) 

These are just some pictures of the farm that I am actually planning on entering in a contest.

I hope you enjoyed looking as much as I did taking :)
Posted by MacyAnne

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

making decisions . . .

A couple of days ago, while we were eating supper, we were all having one of our usual conversations about . . . whatever the topic is at the moment!  It runs the gammet at our supper table.  And at one point in the conversation, the idea or question of how it would be too cold to go swimming came up.  Fast forward to the dare.
Asher was given the dare to jump in off the dock, and swim to the beach!  What motivated him to plundge into the 30° water on a cold 47° day was the $5.00 I told him I would give him if he did it.  And then Miss Leisa said she would add $5.00 to the pot, and Amory added her $5.00 to round it out to $15.00 for a little evening swim in a familiar pond.  :)  He didn't hestitate at all to jump in.

 And this is the "swim" around the filter part that started the heavy breathing.
 At this point he was panting trying to get oxygen to his lungs while the lower half of his body was going numb.
And by the time he reached the beach . . . he was in survival mode!  He said he was unable to breath very well and that his entire body was numb.

Now, as a dad, and once a young man his age. it was an interesting question as to whether he should have done the dare or not, or even that I should have dared him to do it at all.  I remember times like that when I was young.  Decisions being made as to whether I was going to be brave or not.  Whether I was going to be scared or not.  And decisions of whether I was going to rise to an occasion or not.  It is times like this, and situations like this, all done in fun of course, that young men find out what they are made of.  They find some internal resolve to be men.  To do things alone.  Do things that others wouldn't.  Even if it is only swimming in cold water.  It is a stance that gives each man a personal constitution that hopefully gets carried over to even bigger life decisions that have greater consequences, and are situations were they might have to do something that they might suffer a bit from.

He sure did earn some greater respect from his sisters and me!