SURVIVING A HUNTING TRIP

Just got back from my first hunting trip ... EVER! I've gotta tell you, I had a blast, but I like being outdoors and in nature. So, this was not a stretch for me. It was a gorgeous day for sitting and communing with nature, too. Couldn't have asked for a better day.

So, here's a pictorial essay, if you will, of my first hunting trip. Caution! Some of these photos of me may cause you to feel faint from the utter hottness that I seem to be exuding from underneath all the camo!

I do, however, want to point out one thing: Experienced hunter man? He had to go to the bathroom twice while we were out. Inexperienced hunter girl? She didn't go once!

This is me rocking the HOTNESS factor with my camo turkey hoody thingy! My dad is sitting at home just beaming with pride.

Decoys ... essential, apparently, to any turkey hunt. What do I know? They didn't really fool me. Of course, here I am, attempting my best HUNTERLY LOOK. I'm not sure I'm pulling it off, though.

This is where I thought deep thoughts while Joe went off in search of the elusive Tom Turkey. Unfortunately for Joe, I was more successful at my task than he at his. I was, however, kicking msyelf for not bringing along my journal.

Here's Joe, zeroing in on something with his binoculars. A word about his binoculars ... ummm COOL! I could have sat and played with these things all day, mainly because they measure the distance in yards of everything! Waaaay cool. However, Joe pointed out they really aren't for playing ... hmmm ... what does he know!

Erin insisted on getting photos of us after it was all over with. Joe handed me the gun, and it really looks like I know what I'm doing with it. Seriously, I don't have a clue. It's awfully heavy ... not like the super soakers at the K B Toys! Again, my dad is beaming with pride ...

I've had a number of people look at me in horror when I've told them I went out with Joe and Joe's wife didn't accompany us. Ummm ... who wants to tramp around the woods when you're 8 months pregnant, number one. Number two, Joe is like my brother. In fact, as I was sitting on my little hunting chair watching the hen fiddle around in the tree line, I thought to myself, "So, this is what having a brother is like. This is cool!"