Finally sitting down to type after a day of making brunch, getting my hair cut, cleaning our side-by-side, spraying down our garage floor, washing laundry, vacuuming, delivering a precious tooth to the DNR, and listening to the retelling of an incredible story. Some of these tasks may seem quite odd; however, to the wife of a hunter, I assure you they are quite normal.

This year, the Great White Hunter's name was drawn from our province's moose lottery! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here so we have been excited! As some of you know, these magnificent creatures are usually hunted by groups of people rather than a single soul. It's a chance for comradery, to see who can call a moose best, it's where epic stories are made! The Great White Hunter's band of merry men comprised of Frenchie, Preacher Farmer, and Little John. The group set off this week endeavouring to take down their prized possession. Near the end of day three, the wait was over. The scope was set on a 39 1/2" spread bull moose! The first shot was accurate and the Great White Hunter had his trophy! (Did I mention this group has two physically disabled hunters, and another hunter still recovering from a serious illness at the beginning of the year?) I, honestly, have never seen four men so happy! There are many things I could disclose to you about this adventure, but it would be much better to hear it from the horse's...er moose's mouth. Coming soon to a YouTube channel near you... Seriously! Stay tuned.

*WARNING: The gallery below features some images that may be disturbing to some viewers*