The Great Hunt

October brought some luck for Daddy and uncle Chris. One Saturday morning these poor guys saw their last light of day. Now the remains are in our cupboard shriveled up, smelling of smoke and strong marinade(every time I get the toaster out the aroma swarms our kitchen, lovely) and some of it lays frozen, wrapped in white blood stained paper waiting to be thawed for dinner! Anyway I cant wait till our future hunters go out and bring home some more meat!!