Day 8

Warning cyber friends, today's image is not for the squeemish at heart. This also may not mean anything to you, but it means the world to a teenage redneck.

Joseph has been taking Callie (aka girlfriend) deer hunting with him for a couple of weeks now in attempt for her to take her first deer. Yes, she's even gotten up on these cold, <20 degree mornings to go hunting! (I'm thinking it's the 'love is blind and ignorance is bliss' kinda thing, so hopefully she'll grow out of it). ;)

Today after much effort, she was able to kill her first deer and tradition has always been to have your face covered with the blood. I didn't say it was a clean tradition or one that even made any sense, it's just how it is, okay. :) Probably why I've never had an interest in killing a deer.

Please don't send any "I can't believe you condone that" comments and don't call PETA. We eat lots of deer meat (venison) and it's really good fried up with some tomato gravy and biscuits on the side. ;)