Drums Beating and Chest Thumping

Every year around this time, Dave likes to remind us that he is "the man". He does this by spending a weekend (and maybe a few weekdays) out being a hunter. He comes back all scruffy and gross, smelling of sage, dirt, and blood. He loves it--because he is "the man". And again this year he had the boy come along to participate in the "hunt". The women could almost hear the drums beating and chest thumping from the camp a 100 miles away, for these were our men out hunting for sustanance to get us through the winter. This is what "the man" brought home on Thursday:

And this is what he and the dog brought home on Saturday (minus the deer head, that was from Thursday): Feeling full of vigor, "the man" and his dad will be hunting again on Thursday to bring home more fowl for the winter.