SISTERS

Most often this word would be followed by another, but no comment today. I love my sisters, sometimes I wish I had picked a better set, but they are the best ones I've got. This year brought all sorts of bad luck between me and hunting. I have not been able to kill anything, and if I had no meat left from last year I'd have starved to death by now. My sisters, on the other hand, got a serious case of begginers luck. Just this year they decide to become real women and hunt. (my mom too). Us boys work hard to take them out and try to pretend to care about them. Opening day Ruth decides to shoot a nice buck. Actually a big buck. The biggest one any of us has shot, right near the house, perfect shot, easy pack, and the thing scores 140! I thought this was bad, then I come home the other night and Lois is standing next to another buck hanging in the barn. Thankfully this one is a little smaller, but the principle remains; she shot a nice little 4 point about 300 yards from the house, perfect shot, easy pack, lot of meat, you get the picture. It's a scary thought but I may have to rely on my sisters to feed me this year. Here I am going 120 miles into the back country to hunt Elk, and they're killing deer right in our front yard. This is positively humiliating and frankly, disgusting. Happy hunting, they say, yeah right. Their pictures are below, no drooling.