So my sister gave her husband an electric unicycle. It was the main entertainment for my mom's family's Xmas eve hang. Carter rode it well. Jeff, his father, tried real hard.
|Ducking Down, a huntin' blog||
GET YOUR XMAS SHOPPING DONE, KIDS!!
Ducks were killed. Hams were made. Times were had.
Since I was a child, the holiday season meant many things to my family. Jesus and the Arkansas Razorbacks favored predominantly, but Duck Huntin' was the family passion. If for only the men, it was what the collective dreampt of during spring into baseball season, through the heat of the summer into fall and all football season. Right about the time football peters out, duck season starts. A couple of weeks after the first days of November welcome deer hunters into their treetop prisons of silence and lack of smell, duck hunters take to the waters.
It is bloody, but beautiful. Full of the pomp and circumstance any good cultural anomaly claims. Over the next few weeks, I will focus on amplifying the blood, the beauty, the pomp, and the circumstance.