We went up north to some friends for Thanksgiving today. It was a great time, but I have to tell you about a new experience for me.

When we got to a certain bridge I had to call the house to have someone come meet us at the road so we could follow them (that’s what it’s like when you live in the middle of the forest). When I called I was informed that our host’s cousin had just got a “6X6″. Of course I asked the obvious question “what’s that?” And was informed that he was a 6 point deer that they were readying to gut. So, we pulled up to the house about 10 minutes later when they were getting the rope ready.

Yeah, I saw my first dead deer. It stunk (as in literally…it didn’t smell all that great but not gross). I went inside before they “hung it” and came back for a look after it was skinned and gutted. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My niece wasn’t fazed at all. She went out looked at it and said to her daddy “the deer died”. Then she wanted to see it again later and kept begging her daddy to take her to see the deer and asked the guy who was cleaning it “where’s his skin?”

So, I can honestly say I’ve never had Thanksgiving dinner delayed because the deer gutting wasn’t finished yet. It was a first.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. I know I have a lot to be thankful for this year.

Till later…