The Hunter

Jim called last night to tell us he got his deer,a doe, with his bow. I was very happy as he has had no time to practice. He works a lot and there is usually no time for things like shooting his bow. He must have some of my Grandma Burlison's Native American blood. She was a dead shot with a pistol even into old age. I like to think we inherit some of the gifts of those who have gone before us. Venison for the table this winter at Jim and Kellys. Hope the other boys get one too. They all enjoy the hunt if they get a chance to go. Congratulations Jim--good shot.