I don’t think it’s any secret that I absolutely LOVE where we live.
When you drive up our mile-long gravel road, we’re the last house on your left, nestled at the foot of “Big Hill”. And honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful place to live and raise a family.
This morning during choretime, I was ripping open a couple bags of expired “Cinnamon Toasters” cereal for the pigs, and I happened to glance up towards Big Hill.
There silhouetted against the frosty morning sky stood a very nice 4-point buck. He was probably 300 to 350 yards away — far enough off that I wished I had my binoculars with me. Although at the same time, I definitely didn’t need any optics to see that he was big. Probably 24″ wide, for any of you hunters out there. And with November being “rutting” season, his neck was just as thick and swollen as could be.
Talk about majestic! Continue reading “Big Hill – Gratitude Rant #14”