Thanksgiving Weekend Buck

 

Over the freezing creek, through the brush, to fetch our downed-buck we went. As you can see we had plenty of plastic fire power. Deacon poked him in the eye--to make sure he was dead? Or maybe that's just Deacon's trademark greeting.

The boys trudged through the brush, and wanted to try out their snow boots in the stream (but Mom & Dad were no fun and ferried them across instead). Bryce climbed up a steep ditch all by himself, and Deacon tried to--very hardy little men indeed.

And oh yes, the list of "things that have been in Lauren's trunk" is ever growing.