It is muzzle-loading season again. (I think.) Honestly, I don't keep up too much on hunting, it's not really a 'me' thing. Living where I do though, it is hard NOT to know these things. First day of hunting season, schools are out, trainlines of cars line backroads, and Corynn makes a game of finding bright orange flecks in the woods as we drive. It's not just a sport. It's not just for food. It is a lifestyle in PA.
Matt hasn't gone hunting in a few years-he just never gets time off of work to do such things. But one year, during muzzleloading season, he shot a COYOTE. Muzzle-loading is pretty tough to do. Way more difficult than 'normal' shooting, or so I hear. (I am so technical here, aren't I?!?! You can tell I don't know what I am talking about...)
He was aiming for a deer that was being chased by what he THOUGHT was a buck. So he waited, reaimed and then-out of the brush came a coyote!
He actually got a rug made out of it. With me not being the 'hunting' type, you can imagine I am not typically a 'rug' type either.
But over the years, I have grown fond of our coyote. We call him Korky. Korky the Coyote. He looks scary, but really, he is quite tame.
Matt is contemplating selling him-and in another strnge twist of fate, I find myself trying to convince Matt not to do it. Weird, huh?
It's the little moments in life that we take for granted, and yet those same little things are what define us.
This weekend was filled to overflowing with good things. Little things. Unimportant, yet very important things. Following is just a short rundown of little bits.