Our weekend at the farm was great. Clint and I both went to reconciliation on Saturday night and we both had a wonderful experience. Sunday we went to mass, then Craig took me and Clint shed hunting. Shed hunting is when you walk deer trails trying to find antlers. This version of hunting is right up my alley. Adult, male deer loose their antlers every year after the rut, so it's possible to find the antlers anywhere where the deer regularly walk or congregate. We drove out to the creek and walked about a mile along some very wind-y deer trails and we had some success. Craig almost immediately spotted a deer carcass with the antlers still attached. Then I found a tiny antler from what was probably a 2-point buck. We took Zoey with us on this outing and she ran about four times as far as we walked.
At the turn-around point, we were all sitting down for a minute and Craig looked over to where Zoey was panting in the shade and said "What's that over there?" I went over to check things out and there was a large antler. The boys came over to inspect and Craig said, "It sure would be great to find the matching antler." Then I exclaimed "There it is!" It was less than two yards away. Apparently finding such a large set of antlers is rare and Craig was pretty impressed. He's even letting me keep the antlers, which I'm going to put in the Kansas room. It was a fun day.
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| Craig shows Peter the antlers. |
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