Where I fit in

I didn't start shooting my own kills until I was about 18, for various reasons, and then I got my first deer when I was 19. You could say I was a late bloomer in my family! I really loved how my Grandparents, Mom, and Uncle made sure to use every part of the animal as possible. SO! My first deer was done just like normal, only I gave the heart to my Grandpa, on my father's side and the large bones (legs) went to my boss's wife for jewelry. And then my second deer was the exact thing only my Grandpa got the liver as well as the heart.


I am new to killing my own deer, so I don't know every trick of the trade by any means!! I'm really just starting out and bumpin around, figuring out my style. I currently use my late Grandmother's Remington .243 model 70. I thought this was a common gun my whole life. I found out a couple of months ago that apparently it's pretty rare. Who knew?!

I had a bunch of friends that wanted me to teach them how to do what I do, which I'm totally blown away by!! I didn't realize that hunting/shooting/canning, all the stuff that I grew up doing, was COMPLETELY uncommon. And then I came across a book called, Hunter Girl and it was about a Chef who decided to learn how to bird hunt. So I figured, well hell! If she can write a book about bird hunting with some recipes thrown in, why can't I do the same? So here I am, blogging about all of my blunders, hunts, conversations about hunting, recipes, related belief systems(ie. gun control), and all of that good stuff!