Another One Bites the Dust

On my way into work this morning my father-in-law called me, and said he needed help dragging out a big buck out of the deer woods.  I kindly headed that way, and when I arrived I was all decked out in church clothes.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  Anyways, luckily I had a spare shirt in my car; so I quickly changed, and darted into the woods.  When I finally found my father-in-law he had a huge smile on his face.  It turned out that this was his first deer.  I was very proud of him, especially since his first was a nice 9 pointer.  What happened next was a little unexpected.  He looks at me, hands me his knife, and in his own way told me to get to work.  Whether he knew how to field dress a dear or not I don’t know, but I do know that I ended up doing it.  That is ok, because I am very proud of him, and I look forward to all of our future hunts together.  Now I find myself sitting behind my desk stinking.  Cologne and scented candles just aren’t cutting it.  I’m gonna have to go home after lunch and shower.  *Note to self:  Be prepared for anything.