It's that time of year

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hobbledehoy \HOB-uhl-dee-hoy\, noun:
An awkward, gawky young fellow

I have something to say concerning some things, but not right now. Instead I will tell you what my time has been spent doing. Rather, I'll show you.
We been black tail hunting. Sadly, I have not had a repeat of last year's hunt. However, I feel I am OK with that seeing as in the near future we will be headed to Utah for a management Paunsaugunt mule deer hunt. In my name. *Michael sniff* That's right. I'll be the one to bring down a bad boy such as this:

                                                                                                   Or this:
                                                                                             
                                                                                       Or even this guy:

These gentlemen are special. They have been living their whole lives to meet me. Their entire existence will have been for our paths to cross at just the right moment. The lady of their dreams (whether they be good or bad dreams) will soon be there. And then ya'll just better watch out. Cuz wither I goeth, he will goeth. Which might be awkward when I go shopping
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"Ma'am? I'm sorry, but your hobbledehoy will need to stay out here. We don't allow boys into the women's dressing room."

Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
Hope I get to see you if you come down here! Let me know when you are in town!
October 14, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Crystal said…
Can't wait to see what you really bring down! You just have this way with animals. Tell Mike not to be too jealous! Secretly, I'm sure he is saying-I hope she gets a bigger one than I've shot just so I can brag to Jared that my wife has shot one bigger than Crystal. HA, HA.
October 16, 2010 at 10:13 PM
Anonymous said…
Hobbledehoy, great word, hahahah - Don Pancho Suarez
October 21, 2010 at 7:31 PM
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