Life on the farm completely changes in fall just like the leaves do. Clarabelle and Dolly Pippi gets some lunch Hunting season is here, our gardens have been tilled under, manure has been spread in the east field, and soon, the smoky smell of burning leaves will fill the air, and a few more trees will be cut down to fuel our hungry firebox. Hunting is a favorite time of year for all the male members of our family, and, for everyone else too, for there isn't anything better than fresh venison back straps for dinner! My Mom likes it, not because of the venison tasting good, because she doesn't care for it, but because it always fills the gap in our freezer when beef starts running low! On Saturday my Dad shot a small doe, but didn't end up killing her. The bolt broke off in her, lodged somewhere in between her shoulder blades, and we found the blot, but no signs of distress, or a carcass. She will heal up, and her ribs will grow around the bolt, and she will live another day...
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