My Dad the Hunter:

Who knew that Alexander had a hunter for a dad?

When we were home over Thanksgiving, Grandpa, Uncle Chris and Brent

went hunting several times. They were successful with the pheasants,

but not so much when they tried to get a goose (a Canadian, I think).

Here's what they came home with after their conquests.

And yes...we even ate it. You can see that tomorrow!

Real Men with their Kill:

Brent with the birds:

Someone has to clean them so we can eat them:

Although Brent didn't mind touching the pheasants, I am

literally terrified of dead birds. To me they seem gross and dirty. My mom on the other hand, had no problems at all picking them up and touching them. She apparently used to do this all the time as a kid. It was her job to run and get them and clean them. I really couldn't believe that my mom was picking them up with such ease and touching them, lovingly, I might add.

She really did surprise me. She's not much of an outdoorsy woman, so this took me by surprise!

Of course, she did grow up on a farm, with chickens and lots of animals, so it shouldn't.

The pheasants are beautiful birds, especially the males. My mom slowly (SLOWLY) brought one over to me so I could see because I wasn't going near such things. I did have to agree that it was a beautiful bird. Too bad we ate it. Uncle Chris even got one mounted.

To my delight, Brent had no such wishes to get one mounted.

Plus, not sure it would fit in with our decorating at home, even if he did want one mounted!

Although, Aunt Heidi has no idea where theirs is going to go.

I vote in the garage! HA!