A good decision done

*disclaimer* a picture below is of a dead animal, so if you don’t hunt and are wigged out by the visuals, don’t scroll down too far.

Disney is a big deal, not just for kids, but for everyone who gets to go.  We had hummed and hawed over whether we should go or not when we take our trip to Mexico, but it was decided for us.

We book our flights along side my mom and dad through their agent.  Mom gave him the information for the Mexico trip but didn’t know about our ideas for Disney, so he booked the trip already.  He found some great deals, shaved $500 off of our flights and booked us in.  So we’re not going to Disney.

It’s a little bit of a relief actually.  I know that sounds strange, but the idea of a 2 y/o, even my wonderful little calm boy, doesn’t fully appeal to me.  Naps, potty training – yes I believe he’ll take that long to fully get it – and just basically not getting to ride bigger rides would be such a bummer.  That and the fact that we would miss out on some things and never be able to ride any bigger rides together.  That’s part of the fun is seeing your daughter’s face as we tumble down something large and watery, or watching your husband scream like a little girl.

I haven’t had a moment’s peace to write this because we’ve been a bit busy this past weekend.  Then today dh bags his moose.  Holy crapola batman are those ginormous animals.  You don’t truly realize the magnitude of them until you see them up close or try and drag them out of dense brush.  It took us four hours to get that bad boy out.

We had the tenderloin for supper tonight and oh.my.cod moose is delish.  It’s a very mild wild meat, especially compared to deer of our mountains.

Dh is not truly a trophy hunter as he doesn’t just go for the big boys with large antlers.  He goes for what’s legal, ethical and available.  He got a bull moose that is probably only about 3 years old, so his palms were just starting to develop.  The other reason I know he’s not a trophy hunter is because he doesn’t do the pose. You know, especially other hunters out there, the pose that every testosterone filled guy does when he kills something – he holds the head up and grins like an idiot to the camera whilst puffing out his chest.  However, my dh doesn’t really do that unless harassed into it.  So this is what I got of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See?! He wouldn’t sit still, we had a moose to get out of the bush.  4½ hours later and we finally got it out.

Exhausted, and now wondering if I’m going to be forced to share the yummy meat with my family.