Steve's favorite time of the year is finally here. Hunting season. Deer season to be exact. He mentions it throughout the year, but once fall hits, it becomes a major part of his vernacular.
He left me a voicemail at work on Monday informing me he would be hunting this weekend; possibly all weekend. He is packing his gear, buying large freezer bags at the grocery store and asking me if he can take some of our kitchen knives this weekend (which I'm going to assume is a joke).
His weekend plan is all thought out. He's going up north to his friend's house, hanging out with his kids and going for deer soup at Skipper's, the neighbor across the road.
And then in the middle of the night the real fun officially begins; he's going to sit in a tree alone for 12+ hours. And then he may do it all over again on Sunday!
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