A National Holiday

Morning folks, Jenny here, I hope everyone enjoyed their day off yesterday. I know I sure did. Some of you know yesterday as the National Holiday known as Labor Day. For me and my family, it's a much more important holiday....opening day of dove season. Yup, that's right all you animal rights activist, I am a hunter and have been since I can remember. Growing up, my sister and I would be the first ones awake opening morning, even though you can't hunt til after lunch. Daddy would pack up everything: guns, ammo, sunscreen, bug spray, Dr Pepper, water, dog, etc. (Traveling with two girls required a bit more than he was used to.) By 10:00 we were itching to get out the door and on to the field. Memories of those hunts will always be some of our family favorites.

Nowadays, my hunting partner has changed but the love of the sport has not. Opening day now consists of my dear hubby waking me up bouncing off the walls like a kid at Christmas. You see, this is the one time of year that we equally share a passion for the same sport. We've been dove hunting together longer long before we ever started dating. Yesterday, bright and early, we were off to Cracker Barrell with our friends the Wilsons and then off to Kentucky for a huge hunt up there. (We just happen to run in to Nate, Tiff and the boys at the mighty Cracker Barrell, getting ready to send Nate off on a hunt of his own.)

Here's a picture of our harvest from yesterday. Between the four of us, we all managed to kill our limits (and then some, but don't tell the game warden). More importantly, Karly and I managed to impress all the old men on the field who still seem to think that hunting is just for boys.