Movement in the woods on 3 separate occasions turned out to be: squirrel, squirrel, and Lizzie the cat.
I went out more times this deer season than ever before, and even so the season ended up looking about like JP's tree stand.
It's the closest I ever came to becoming the "great white hunter", although I have had the opportunity to field dress my Dad's deer a couple of years ago. It's the vicarious experience that counts, right?
Now we are off to a Memorial Service for the wife of a friend, and then on to L's Christmas Piano Recital (for which she is not ready) - opposite ends of the spectrum. How does one dress for this line up of activities?
The girls have one more week of school before their extended Christmas Break begins. We have been listening to Handel's Messiah in preparation - HALLELUJAH!