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Happy Sunday morning, friends. As sip my coffee I made with eggnog as creamer (don’t worry, I’m starting my diet back up on Monday, I swear) I’m reflecting back on yesterday’s hunt. Well, sit, rather. Very little hunting involved. Good news was there wasn’t any wind so even though there was a nice chill in the air, I wasn’t going for a ride in my tree. No success but my day will come.

I’d like to take this time to just introduce you to myself and why I felt the need to create this blog, even if only read by my loving family and no one else. I’m a 38 year old self proclaimed newbie. I’ve been a Jane of all trades most of my life. A few years in childcare, fourteen years in the pharmacy business, several years with a home baking business with my husband and now back to childcare full time. My husband and I have a 10 year old recurve archer, a 12 year old compound archer/hunter and a 20 year old vegan. So there you have it.

I won’t get into too many details of my past hunting experience but suffice to say I’m only on my second season. My first season was a dud. I didn’t see anything out there and being self taught, I really had a whole lot to learn. My second season, while having not yet harvested anything has been much more successful. I’ve missed a beautiful piebald faced doe (she’ll always be the one that got away!), seen a Buck that never presented a shot (I call him Forky), been blown at twice and jumped three. I’d say this year I’ve certainly learned a thing or two!

My hopes for this blog are basically this; To grow my own knowledge and experience with hunting through my love of writing, to learn and research more about public land use rights and to get more involved with educating the public about ethical hunting and maintaining a positive image.

So that being said, I’ll leave you with a little half-assed poem I tossed together last night. Happy Hunting my friends.

Feeling at ease, Another day in the trees.

I’d like some venison please, Before I begin to freeze.

Alas it wasn’t meant to be. So It’s just my little bow and me.

But I suppose it’s just my luck that you win again Mr. Buck.

Until the day we meet again, and I know this to be true,

I’ll climb down this tree, and say a giant eff you. ❤

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