My dads motto has always been Kill Em and Eat Em. He is a true renaissance man...growing and killing what we eat, even going so far as to make the actual bows and arrows used for the hunt. We were hoping that he'd make it into the woods this winter, and though that option is out for now, it's not out completely. Until then, he's still making his presence known during the process. Gary was breaking down the deer he shot the other day, and dad was posted up outside, ready to tell him what to do and what he was doing wrong. The tumor has messed with him in many ways, but it hasn't affected his bossy nature!!
He might not remember the day or the year, or that the deer is being butchered today -- but he remembers how it should be done, hence the supervision....
We posted him up in his chair with a coffee, in perfect view on the whole operation...
Mom, Gary and Billy hanging Garys deer....
Dad, proud that he's still the bossman.....
Gary doing his thing, and being constantly questioned and ripped on by dad. Their banter is music to my ears. I'm glad that my Dad hasn't lost his ball-busting-humor.
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