When I got my first deer ever, at age 51.........I gutted the deer, cut out the heart and slipped it into a plastic bag.
Jumped into my car and drove the 3 miles into town.
With blood up to my elbows I stormed through the backdoor of the POST OFFICE .......... waving the bloody heart bag over my head......acting like a maniac.................Startling everyone half to death!
NOT THE THING TO DO at a POST OFFICE!
My first deer was a 6 point buck. I was hunting all by myself, with no one anywhere near to ask for advice on gutting.
Shot it at 7:30 in the morning on opening day.
I was SO Excited!
I wanted to share the news with DH who works as a mailman.
(I knew he'd soon have his mail sorted and would be leaving on his route so I wanted to catch him before he left the post office.)
I guess he was a little late going out on his route 'cause he had to wash blood off of all the door knobs I had touched.
Now I just wait until he comes home to share the news.
Jumped into my car and drove the 3 miles into town.
With blood up to my elbows I stormed through the backdoor of the POST OFFICE .......... waving the bloody heart bag over my head......acting like a maniac.................Startling everyone half to death!
NOT THE THING TO DO at a POST OFFICE!
My first deer was a 6 point buck. I was hunting all by myself, with no one anywhere near to ask for advice on gutting.
Shot it at 7:30 in the morning on opening day.
I was SO Excited!
I wanted to share the news with DH who works as a mailman.
(I knew he'd soon have his mail sorted and would be leaving on his route so I wanted to catch him before he left the post office.)
I guess he was a little late going out on his route 'cause he had to wash blood off of all the door knobs I had touched.
Now I just wait until he comes home to share the news.
