The Guns of November

The first Monday after Thanksgiving is an unofficial holiday on the PA school calendar: it's the first day of buck season. While I was dragging stuff around for the sidewalk project, my brother Keith, Uncle Lenny (no relation or connection with the ferret), and double-cousin Craig (my family tree not only branches, it loops!) donned their day-glo orange and attempted to avoid getting shot by trigger-happy yahoos from Joisey long enough to harvest a cornfed buck in the woods down the hill behind Mom's house.

Craig bagged a meaty (but just legal, antler-wise) buck with his scoped .30-06. By the time he could field dress the carcass and drag it out of the woods, the venison source was too stiff to fit in the trunk. This was the first time I'd met Craig and I hadn't seen Lenny for a few years. They stopped in for coffee, so I got a late start on the sidewalk. More on that once I get back to AZ.

Update: For you gear nuts out there, Craig dropped the buck with a Remington 700 in .30-06, a gift to Uncle Lenny from his father when Lenny was just 12 years old. Way cooler than a Playstation!