It was some weekend, I tell you. Besides all the things I talked about, there was another huge event. Well, for us.
Jason, my son-in-law, Father of Owen, shot his first buck. And he was all by himself and he shot it clean and it dropped quick and he was so proud he could have busted and we were proud for him. It was a big buck. Like nine points or something. And he shot it on our friend Tom's property and Tom has been pestered by deer for years. They eat his garden faster than he can plant it and he lets Mr. Moon and Jason hunt there because quite frankly, he's got too many deer.
And now Jason, who cuts meat for a living, will have a freezer full of venison for his family. He wants to make his own sausage and that is going to be good.
For those of you who have just met me, it may seem strange that I am writing about hunting and killing but that's part of our life here, right along with my chickens and garden and flowers and giant oak trees. We do eat meat. And because these men hunt it and cut it themselves, we know where it comes from. We are under no delusion that it falls from the sky, wrapped up in a package and ready to cook. And if you had asked me thirty years ago if I would ever be comfortable with such doin's, I would have laughed my ass off.
Hell No! I would have said.
Times change. And now I know how to cook venison and I respect the meat in a way I could never respect what I buy from the store. It is beautiful food, lean and clean and our bodies are made to eat that sort of meat. It wasn't raised on a farm factory, it was raised wild in the woods and I have learned about that.
I have also learned that it is inherent in some men to go out and bring it home. I am married to one. I have not only come to peace with that fact, I am most grateful for it.
And here's Jason, who has learned to hunt from my husband and he is my daughter's husband and he shot his first buck, clean and true, and last night the two men gutted it and did whatever they do to get it ready to age for a week and there will be meat for a year.
Well. That's Lloyd, Florida this morning and last night and I'm off to Tallahassee to walk among the healers and the Mac guys and there will be Christmas Muzak and bright lights and oh boy. Another world.
Here I go.
Happy Monday, y'all.