Country living...

Here's one reason why I love living in the country.

AA saw a porcupine walking across the yard this morning. That is a bit too close with dogs around.

So, I ran downstairs, grabbed my .270 and stepped out the front door.

The girls were all watching from the dining room window.

I shot, the porcupine fell over and the girls cheered!

I sent this picture to Wes via text.  He called me back laughing and asked if I really used the .270.

When I went downstairs I saw the pile of guns in the corner (deer season just finished) and grabbed the first one that I knew was mine.  Overkill?  Yes, but I didn't really care.  The thrill of the hunt, shortlived and easy as it was this time, is such a rush for me. 

The poor thing didn't have a chance against me!

Ever since deer hunting the girls list what we can and can't shoot with guns.  Wes got a doe and buck one morning while hunting so we packed up the girls and took them out to see the deer.  What I didn't know was Wes just wanted me to come out and help him drag the animals to the pickup.  So, the girls got to watch Wes gut the deer. 

FASCINATED!  The girls had such a blast seeing the insides.  The got an education on the parts of the deer and about shooting with guns.  Never too early to start learning I figure.

Here are a few things they say now:
I have blood inside me.  Just like deer.
You don't shoot people.
You shoot deer and squirrells and elk and moose and porcupine and muskrats and beavers and coyotes and fox.  (Then they end with "and what else?")