Sunday, June 5, 2011


My husband is a hunter, yet while we live here its been a sacrifice for him, not being able to go. So to substitute his desire he traded down from deer and elk to varmints and rabbits that terrorize Grandpa's yard and garden. No worries, I won't be mounting this on our wall. It becomes coyote food. We leave it out on a special rock, and the coyotes come and eat it at night.

No comments:

Post a Comment