Learning the joys of raising chickens...and navigating the roads of life
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
As I blog today, I wonder if this post will be contraversial. Possibly more so than I anticipate. Perhaps not. The men in my family are avid hunters, to include myself. I don't hunt as much as I did when I was younger, but I do from time to time. My grandfather travels to Montana and Canada frequently to hunt. A couple of years ago he went to Montana and killed a very large bull elk. I don't have the specs here, but he was offered a large sum of money from Cabela's for it. It was a possible world record, but turned out to be #8 in the scheme of things. To visit the house you would think you were in a museum. There are mounts everywhere. The great room has been nicknamed the animal room. But before you get yourself in a tizzy, be aware that the carcasses were not discarded. The hunting, though for sport, is also for food. I am more than happy to visit the freezer to remove a package of venison or elk steaks for dinner. Elk burger is quite good, as well.
The First Big Bull
I figured with now being hunting season I'd throw up a post on such. These are just to name a few. With the type of business I am in it is a frequent topic of discussion, even with the customers. The only thing I don't care for is hunting with dogs. The dogs chase the deer till it's tired out, thus making it easier for the hunter to shoot it. I don't hunt like that. I never have, and I never will.