Hunter Orange

The Hunt is growing on me.  Besides the poor deer who end up hanging on a wall, there are so many aspects to enjoy.  

Like cousins giggling in the trailers.

Pyro-happy men building glowing bonfires.

Mike's homemade rootbeer and Aunt Ava's famous scotch-a-roos - oh those divine scotch-a-roos!

Peaceful family 4-wheeling rides around the property.

Wonder-baby slumbers while bouncing along rocky trails.

Talking and laughing in a camp chair circle.

Running 8 miles around glorious Co-Op in the afternoon lull with my strong husband (and dying at the drastic change in elevation and mountain terrain).

And of course wearing lots and lots of hunter orange.

Who wouldn't like The Hunt when you have all that to look forward to?  Oh - and when nobody gets a buck!  Hooray!  Bambi lives!