This week the Deerslayer turned fourteen. When did all those years pass? Wasn't he just a tiny baby who loved having his tummy rubbed by his dad, a few days ago? Really it feels like it could have been just last year.
Now he is fast approaching the six foot mark in height and he loves being taller than his mom. He continues to be quite the marksman and loves to hunt and be outdoors.
In fact this week he and I took a day off together. He was able to pick what he wanted to do and that included squirrel hunting on his uncle's farm. So, I drove him to the destination in my ruby red caddy. I asked him, on the way there, if he had an appropriate, "squirrel receptacle", should he hit his desired target. He responded that he did and was absolutely ready.
Yes, he did end up killing a squirrel and his receptacle was less than adequate. You would think I would have checked that out before we left our farmette. Thus, we ended up placing said squirrel in a box that we found by his uncle's cabin....that had advertising on it that I shall not mention on this blog.
And yes, I had to drive around Smalltownland with that squirrel in the trunk of my caddy.
John Folse makes the harvesting and cooking of a squirrel sound like such a true southern endeavor. I would like to say I do not join him in his enthusiasm for such tasks.
And no, I did not cook the squirrel, but I did sterilize the trunk of my car.