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.