Chicken Nugget
Brother KP was defending during a scrimmage at soccer the other night. He darted in and stole the ball away from a player and kicked it up to another teammate. Then he beaked off at the other team's player, saying "Take that, chicken nugget!" Not sure where the Chicken Nugget name came from, but a bunch of the parents sitting on the sidelines thought it was pretty funny.
That might be his new nickname on the team...
Turkey Season
Well, the spring turkey hunting season is over. The Teacher is now a turkey hunter! He got his first one early in the season. He had a bit of a struggle getting it to stay dead - but in the end it all worked out.
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| The zombie-turkey is truly dead... finally. |
Now, if it had been the autumn season, when hens are eligible targets, it would have been a different story altogether... This hen must have spent 5 minutes picking seeds and bugs right in front of where LP and I were set up. We were hoping a love-sick tom would follow her to us.
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| A hen walking around right in front of LP and I one morning |
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| Packing up and heading home empty-handed |
AK and I didn't have the same good fortune this year. We had a good opportunity at a wary old tom one day, but I spooked him, then he ran away from AK before he could make a clean shot. Oh well, that's why it's called 'hunting' and not 'shooting'.
Now - we fish!
Catching The Big One
Fishing around Fanshawe Park, LP called out to me from down the bank for some assistance. I wandered over to the area he was in only to see him giving me a big 'thumbs-up' from his knees. Strange, indeed, but he's funny like that.
Apparently, he had snagged a lure on a branch as he was moving from one spot to another. When he released the lure from the branch the fishing rod was under a bit of tension. As he let go of the lure it shot out of his hand - except for the trailing treble hooks - one of them sunk deep into the meat of his thumb.
So there I found him; thumb up in the air because it was stuck at the end of his fishing rod. I unclipped the lure from the line and gathered up his gear. We walked back to the truck to see what could be done.
First, I cut the hook off the lure so no more injuries could occur. Then his mom and I decided if we just pulled it out right there, it would save time going to the hospital, a needle for freezing - and probably a stitch or two. (Not that I have anything against stitches!)
So, I grabbed it with my multi-tool, a Leatherman Rebar on this day, and firmly tugged it out. LP didn't really care for that approach, but he survived! He cared even less for the Dettol antiseptic I put on it right after! Thanks to brother-in-law (and caring uncle) Andy for the pictures during the ordeal!
Just another reason why it's always good to carry a few things with you all the time.
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| No fish were harmed on this excursion. |
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| The look on Half-Pint's face, intrigued by the experience! |
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| He's not a big fan of the barbed hooks... |
