Poor Bambi

Ugh, so I guess this weekend was the big deer hunt. Um, no comprendo. But I guess this is the the "thing" to do in Utah. I feel so bad for Bambi's mom...or dad.

So William busted out 3 knives, purchased 3 different kinds of bullets( shells) whatever, all kinds of orange clothes, and went a huntin' So after three days of trekking all over the mountainous hills he came back with.... NADA! Poor Willy. While hanging out with his family I found out he never actually has shot a deer. He's had help but hasn't actually got one on his own and yet every year he tries. He will succeed.

On the other hand, my brother in law, Jack, caught a big one. (so I assume) I really don't understand. Really I don't. Oh, and then you have to clean, skin, and fillet the poor creature and then stuff it in your freezer. EWWWWWW... no deer guts for me, thank you very much.

I want to know what the difference is with shooting a deer and tagging one? Isn't that the same thing? Huh? Lame.

I want to go back home and enjoy my favorite sports.... eating out and shopping!! Yay for all the outlets in CA.

Anyway, back to work...