deer hunting, outdoor sport



My earliest memories of deer hunting season are from my grandparent's house. On opening day, my grandmother would get up before the crack of dawn and put on a fresh pot of coffee and a huge pot of homemade cinnamon raisin oatmeal. I would wake up to these wonderful smells and the beginning of movement downstairs. It wouldn't be much longer before the cousins would all start arriving for their coffee and oatmeal before setting out on their big hunt up on Grandpa's hill. Cousin Ricky would always bring a 6-pack of Pepsi with him for us kids. My sister would crawl up onto his lap and sit there until he left the house. We have a lot of fond memories of those mornings.

Our current deer hunting tradition is similar. My husband has picked up Grandpa's Hill as his favorite opening day hunting ground. He will take the week off of work and spend it in the woods, enjoying his favorite outdoor sport at my grandparents' house. The only time that we see him is when he comes in for Thanksgiving dinner! I'm so glad that he has picked up the deer hunting tradition where the now older cousins left off. (Although, one or two of them still come out to hunt with him!)