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GENESIS 27:3

Genesis 27:3 says, " Now then, get your weapons--your quiver and bow--and go out to the open country to hunt some wild game for me.

While growing up as a child, I was a country girl.  My family always had horses, cows, and a wide variety of farm yard animals.  Both of my grandfathers, and my dad, were all big hunters.  I, on the other hand, was an animal advocate which sometimes did not mesh well with the country way of life. 

My sisters and I bottled fed calves one year, and when it came time to haul them off to the stock sale, I was mortified.  My younger sister was rubbing her hands together at the thought of the profit she would receive from the sale of her cow.  I, on the other hand, locked myself in the bathroom after my attempts to talk my dad out of taking my baby, Bandit, to the stockyards, and cried for two solid hours! 

I also,  all but wrestled the shotgun out of my dad's hands one night, while we were making our way home on the 15 mile trek of bad dirt road, after one of my basketball games during deer season.  A gorgeous, white tail buck had jumped out in front of our truck, and booked it across the soybean field in light of a full moon.  As my dad tried to retrieve his rifle from the gun rack, to score some venison, I held firmly to the barrel until Bambi's dad made a clean get away.  Oh, he was mad at me.  We laugh about it now.

Tonight, the youth  has decided to have,  "Duck Dynasty" night at our church.  Not that I disagree with hunting.  It's a way of life, especially in our small town.  I've just never been one to want to go sit in a deer stand at dawn,  or hide behind a duck blind, in a marsh, to watch the carnage.

Truth be told, I love venison.  I just don't want to think about how it got on my plate.

Everyone is dressing up like their favorite character from the show, "Duck Dynasty"-----I don't guess it would be very cool of me to dress up as a member of PETA.   

Obviously, I'm not hosting the duck shoot booth.  My class is setting up a "Build a Beard" table!

Happy hunting....(just don't tell me your stories!)




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blogcauseon on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 5:28 PM
There is obviously a bundle to realize about this. I suppose you made various good points in features also.
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