knitting, reading, . . . . hunting?

Jonesie said it was the first time I had ever been hunting but I vaguely remember sitting on a cold, cold log in the middle of the woods circa 1984, listening to 99 Luftballons on my walkman, in an effort to bond with my dad. This attempt was much more successful.

I am deathly afraid of guns so I only hunted with my camera.

In two hours of freezing cold, we only saw the elusive but highly sought after gray squirel. So we decided to make friends with the deer instead.

Happy Thanksgiving!