Every year my dad goes hunting in the little town my grandma grew up in named Yost. It is right on the border of Utah and Idaho.
This year he returned victorious, which means deer jerky and deer roast for Sunday dinner.
I miss the days of dressing in camo, eating chili by the campfire, tromping through the pines to scare up deer and getting "buck fever" while hunting with my dad.
Good job Big D!
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1 comment:
This is nice of you! Dad will like it and I think he wishes that you were still going too! Love MOM
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