deer hunt

Growing up, my family would always travel down to Blanding, Utah for the deer hunt.  All of us kids in the back of my dad's little red Datsun truck, some years.  We would all pack ourselves into my great aunt Dutch's house, lining her floor with our sleeping bags and staying up late to play Monopoly.  One year, I remember getting sick and throwing up my sloppy joe (surprised?).  We would always hike down into Spirit Caves, have dinner, and play the flash light game when it got dark.  We would also go for drives on "Uncle Frost's" property and look for Indian pottery (which we never, ever took).  The morning of the hunt, the men, the boys, and a girl or two, would wake up really early and head out to try and get themselves a prize.  Everyone else would sleep a little longer, pack on our orange clothes, and then head into the mountains where we would meet the hunters and prepare breakfast.  We usually stopped at a spot by a stream, where there was a huge tunnel that went under the road to let the water through.  Playing in the tunnel was the highlight of the morning.  Afterward, we would head back to my aunt's house, and watch as the muscle hung the meat up in the tree.  I have fond memories of those trips.

 A couple Saturday's ago, some of the boys were up in Walsburg hunting for deer.  The rest of us decided to drive up and make breakfast.  It was cold and wet, but we made the trek up anyway.  It was a nice 30 minute drive up in the rain.  By the time we got up there, it was a constant drizzle.  With no covering except my uncles 5th wheel, we decided to take everything back home and make breakfast at my mom's.  We ate breakfast at two, but it was still delicious.  Maybe next year.  I did get some pictures....at my parent's house.