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My husband and I aren’t exactly polar opposites, but his interests lie somewhere along a latitude of 80 degrees north while mine are more like 80 degrees south. He’s a man of outdoor action; I prefer to read in front of a fire.
That’s why it’s difficult to say who was more surprised, him or me, when I volunteered to go deer hunting with him this year.
We were in place about an hour before sunrise this morning in 19 degree temperatures. I kept checking the time on my cell phone (set to “silent” mode) and, as soon as season opened, I went on high alert.
About ten minutes after sunrise, a deer walked directly in front of me. I thought: It’s not that big; it doesn’t have a massive rack, but it’s too good a shot to pass up. As I aimed the .357 pistol, I thought: Behind the front leg and about a third way up. I shot. The deer dropped.
End of story.
Glenda Faye Mathes 
>Pistol packin’ mama!
>Glenda, you mean you took down a deer with at .357 pistol That is cool! Just now found you blog page. Mine is xanga.com/coconutsteve. Trust you and your family are enjoying the holidays. Blessings,Pastor McGee
>GlendaDoug, it’s more like pistol packin’ grandma!Pastor McGee, I prefer the pistol for one primary reason: lack of recoil!
>Go Glenda! One of my favorite guns, and definitely my favorite sport. So you’re bringing the jerky to classis next week? ;-}
>No jerky this year, Doug, but we did process about 80 lbs. of meat, mostly ground, and I canned 10 pints for the first time.