Well hells bells and taco shells we made it back from our hunting adventure. I'm not sure who was hunting who or who was hunting what to be completely honest with ya.  I was in the search for kids at one point or another and the same went for me and Katrina. Never, Never Ever take under aged kids to the deer woods with a big fat pregnant woman. Love ya honey but gosh dogs come on now.  Someone ALWAYS has to pee! Always. After a while I was like oh hell load up you [censored]ing bunch of people I'm taking ya home and dumpin ya out and I'm runnin the hell away!

First day adventure went pretty well because it was ALL NEW.  It was just me, Katrina, Cheyenne, Cheyne D. and Ethan. So all the almost 5 year olds. Wow, listen to that FIVE years old.....my babies are growing into beast. FIVE...damn I'm getting old. Gosh I will be 50 when my last child graduates high school and she hasn't even made into the world yet. Enough of that junk it's getting depressing.  Naw not really. Anyway as I was saying before my mind got distracted on my age progressing rapidly,,,, the first day was pretty cool. Me and the boys went out in search of meat while the girls blundered around in search of fire wood and all pretty things that amuse them.  We stayed out most of the day with our snacks and drinks in pack...that's the only reason we managed to make it so long. It's amazing what food can do for a child other than nourish their endless pitted little bodies! When we left we had a fairly good amount of food with us, when we got back to camp......ZILCH...NOTHING....not even a drop of water. And that was just TWO boys...that are ALMOST 5!!! Didn't see a deer all day long either.

The second day....not so good....every 5 minutes I hear, "dad I have to pee", "honey I have to potty".....Oh hell just go do it and quit telling me every 5 minutes.  Eventually Katrina decided that maybe it was for the best that her and the kids go back to the trailer and  piddle dick around.....Hey, good idea best one I've heard all day long.  So, off they go back to the campsite and I stay in hopes of targeting in on a stupid deer and I do mean stupid because after all the moaning, groaning and bitching that went on about having to pee a stupid deer would be the only one left in the area literally...or a deaf one.  Anyway I set out there for a long long time until I finally had to pee myself but thank god I didn't have to express that I had to pee to anyone but just capable of whipping it out and doing it.  Right about the time I got my wanger back in my pants I hear something rustling through the leafs...a good size something at that. Boy I look up and all around and finally through the scope of my gun I sighted in on the biggest doe I think I have ever seen. Man she is gorgeous, she turns just right and man she has the pretties set of quarters on her and then she turns her head to the side and and and YOU HAVE TO BE F*#%ing KIDDING ME.....she has a dog collar on her neck. SHE's someones pet deer....ya big dumb doe get the hell away from me before I lose my heart and shoot you anyway.  I give up. I go back to camp.

Day 3.....Hell with it. I lay in bed until Katrina finally says "well I guess I'll just have to go out there and show ya how it's done big boy".  Jump on it sista and show me then!  Women, somedays I could just really strangle the [censored] out of them.  She gets dressed in her orange get-up and keeping in mind we are 8 month preggo she looked like the biggest sunkist orange I have ever seen. How cute!!! She 's gone for about 15 minutes and I hear BOOM BOOM BOOM!  No freaking way man. I walk out and holler and I hear, "bring the 4-wheeler to load him up Cheyne".  Lier.  No [censored] she bagged that dude 300 yards from the trailer. Killed a 10 point buck and I'm jealous.  We went home!