It was a late night last night. Jacob went with the youth and some others from church to see Casting Crowns in concert. It was midnight when hubby went to pick him up. I figured he might sleep in this morning, but instead he said he was going hunting this morning.
You see I'm married to the biggest deer hunter in the world and I also gave birth to the next one in line. They get up early before daylight and trudge off to the woods to sit in the darkness and freezing cold while I'm nestled in warm blankets snoozing away.
At 7:41 a.m. I am woken by the phone screaming next to me. Usually, on a Saturday morning I roll over and ignore it, but this morning I yank it up to my ear. I hear my hubby yelling at me, "You gotta get up, he's hit the mother load this morning, get up, get dressed quickly, I'll come get you." I jump up, brush my teeth, and pull some jeans on. Down in the garage I'm trying to get my boots on when Jacob pulls up to the door and is yelling at me to hurry up. We literally zoom off into the woods on the 4 wheeler (yeah I gotta have a talk with his daddy about how fast he drives that thing). Jacob is talking and over the roar of the 4 wheerler I can hear, "he's a big one, my first buck, he's huge, his rack is bigger than anything daddy's ever gotten." Soon, I can see hubby's orange hat in a gulley, we pull up and sure enough my sweet baby has gotten his fourth deer, but it's his first buck.
9 pointer - 18 3/4" spread
Thank you Jesus for days that turn into really great days!
1 comment:
AWESOME! Nice buck! My two men killed a few deer this year, but nothing that nice. Congrats! to your baby!
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