Thursday, November 29, 2007

Oh Deer...

While Jonathan and I were in West Virginia for Thanksgiving, my dad participated in his favorite pastime--deer hunting. Mom and Dad live on two wooded acres, allowing my father to enjoy his hobby literally in his backyard. I'm obviously not a hunting chick and I don't really get the attraction to the sport, but Dad loves it. Since the moment we told Dad that the ultrasound revealed that we were having a boy, Dad started dreaming of the day when he would finally have a hunting buddy.

Well, all that time he patiently raised my sisters and me has paid off. Jonathan at two years old has already expressed a love of fishing and, as of Saturday, an interest in dead deer as well. He had his first encounter on Saturday morning when Dad killed an eight-point buck and brought it back to the house. He wanted to take Jonathan to see it and Jonathan was nothing short of fascinated, walking right up to it and sticking his finger in its eye. He enjoyed the dangling tongue, too. I was a bit grossed out but it was already dead and he IS all boy when it comes to this sort of thing, so I just went with it.

So, pursuant to Dad's request, here are the pictures. In case it was not clear already, there is a dead animal in them in case anyone reading this is squeamish about that type of thing:







I may have a little outdoors man on my hands. I suppose before I send him off in the woods, however, he may need something other than a Ralph Lauren sweatsuit. I suspect, however, that my dad will take care of all of the details.

8 comments:

Shana-Lynn said...

Can't say I am much of a deer hunting fan either. They are such beautiful animals, I could never kill one, but like your dad, mine loves the sport too. In our backyard on Sunday, we had a 10 pointer, luckily our hunting season didn't start util Monday. Phew...hopefully he is still safe.

Jonathan looks like a natural in your pictures. He is so darn cute.

Neurotic Att'y said...

My brother was always a hunter, and he would always bring the dead deer to the house and make my sister and me come out and see it, rigid and bloody in the back of the truck. Ick. I certainly never felt compelled to stick my finger in its eye! Did you nearly faint?

Kara Lewis said...

Seriously? A finger right in the ol' dead eye? That son of yours is demented . . . must take after his father.

Susie PSU said...

I wonder if the eye was squishy...

I commented on the whole biting issue, but it is under that blog entry. Sorry for the delay!!

Andrea said...

Oh man- I don't think I could have handled the finger in the eye. We would have gone through a whole thing of Purell after that- that is for sure! I bet your dad was in heaven that Jonathan was interested though, what a great bond for them!

Wendy said...

Okay that is kinds gross, and a little sad for Bambi, BUT way cool for the guys.

Twin Mommy Law Chick said...

HOw is it that kids just become little rednecks without us even trying??? The finger in the eye is a bit gross though, but I bet it was kinda funny too!

Angela said...

Maybe Jonathan will remember this experience as an adult and be compelled to become a veterinarian. He's obviously got the stomach for it!

You guys come visit any time after the holidays ... the guest room is always here for you and we have enough legos to keep any toddler occupied. Not to mention all the animals ... when Joslyn comes over her mommy likens our house to a circus. Kids love it.