Every Man Needs a Good Scar....

Okay, so I am a few days late on my promised blog, but hopefully this story will be worth the wait. As many of you know, Daniel is a deer hunter and has been very succesful the past two years of hunting. This year, he started off on a bad foot, going out into the woods 7 or 8 times, only spotting deer 2 or 3 of those times, and coming home empty handed every time. Although the thought of grinding up deer meat for hours in the kitchen was less than appealing, I was still feeling his frustration each time when he would go out and come home with no sucess story.

This past Friday morning, Daniel went out again at 5:45am. Mind you, this is after getting home from work at nearly 1:00 am. So, on not quite 5 hours of sleep, he gets up and drives 20 minutes to the property, hikes 10 minutes into the woods, and spends another 5 or 10 minutes climbing into a tree.

I, on the other hand, was dreaming about climbing crumbling ladders and searching all over for D (I know, I have weird dreams) when my phone rings at 7:15am. It was Daniel's ringtone, so I knew he had succeeded in his quest! He confirmed; he had indeed gotten a deer, but also something else that he hadn't quite bargained for.

"Um, well the gun kicked back and have a head wound and it's bleeding pretty badly......but I feel fine, really. I feel fine. Honest."

I was less than sure of his "fineness" and was out of bed before you could say....well, I don't know what, but I got up pretty quickly. After a quick hunt for warm clothing and suitable head bandages, I was out the door. He called me back to reassure me that the freezing temperatures had stopped his bleeding....and that he still felt fine. Great.

About 45 minutes later I show up to the place where he hunts and start running down the trail. That didn't last for too long, but I continued to walk (speedily, nonetheless) to him....I find him, still in his tree stand, beckoning for me to be quiet. He was trying to get a shot at ANOTHER BUCK.

Let's recap here. Daniel is bleeding from the head and has already shot one deer. My honey is indeed a manly man.

I finally get to him and watch him make his descent. He is talking to me very seriously and intensely, but its hard not to laugh at the massive vulcan like sign made from dried blood in the middle of his eyebrows. Yet, the puddle of his blood on the leaves was not so funny. We get him cleaned up....or enough to prevent him from continuing to bleed while he takes care of his deer....and get him and our future dinners out of the woods.

When we finally get home and get all of the dried blood off, it's easier to see the wound. He has a crescent shaped gouge from the scope of his gun whacking him in the forehead--a combination of extreme cold, excitement, lack of sleep, and his being in the tree stand for a total of 10 minutes before the deer showed up. His dad, the good Dr. Spencer, told us to try butterfly bandages instead of stitches....hopefully it won't scar too badly!


We learned our lesson....well actually, he told me later that day that he was "Glad that it happened....that he'd have a cool scar now," so maybe not :)

Oh, how I love him. The excitement never ends around here!

Hope you guys had equally exciting, yet less traumatic weekends! At least he didn't have to get stiches, and we have 40 pounds of meat in the freezer to show for it all!