While driving to Tiny Tots on Thursday morning, a whole bunch (roughly 5 dozen or more) of geese flew overhead. I called Chris at work right away to tell him and told him he should go hunting on Saturday (today) to see if he can get any. Surprisingly, I actually had to urge him to go. I think he feels bad leaving me with three children, but really, I don't mind. I knew he was a serious waterfowl hunter as soon as we started dating, so I knew what I was getting into when I married him. And it's only a couple months long, so it's not like I suffer (haha) for long.
His friend Brian was going to go with him this morning, but he wasn't awake in time. I wasn't even awake when Chris left. He left sometime around 5 am, and I only know this because around 5:30 or so I got up with Casey and realized that Chris wasn't laying in bed.
After calling him around 7:30 to see how his morning was going (and getting his voicemail), he called back about 10 minutes later informing me that he shot his limit. He got his two geese and was on his way home. Brian, after feeling guilty about not going, then came over and stayed for lunch. Yep, you guessed it, they grilled the goose meat up and ate it. Gross, in my opinion. Chris always eats what he catches/shoots, but he usually makes it into jerky. Not today though. Yuck.
As for my lunch, I opted for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. :)
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