A closer look at this painting of Paul’s, reveals the vastness of the surroundings dwarfing the beauty of these magnificent animals.  Its been almost 50 years since this annual tradition of hunting deer in Wisconsin has stirred the excitement of my husband and son.  The group they hunt with has the same energy going on right now. They await tomorrow morning with wild anticipation.  They will don their Thinsulate, bring hand warmers and other things to keep them nice and cozy in their tree stands.  Many a nap takes place in those tree stand too.

Over this near century of time, Paul hunted with the original land owner and his sons.  We watched their boys grow into young men and shared many good family times together.  The original owner has since passed away.  His memory lives on in the children and grandchildren he left behind.  Time and life situations change as time goes by, but these relationships have lasted almost a lifetime.

Now the group has grown up and have children of their own, who also hunt.  The memories of building an actual hunting shack over the years, has been fun to watch and hear about.  Each year, something new would be added.  It now houses an indoor outhouse.  It is heated by a huge stone fireplace, constructed by one of the hunters.  It also has electricity and TV, but no running water. I’ve only been there a couple times, but you’d never catch me spending the night.  The shack resembles the original home of the real McCoys.

More than  hunting or killing deer, this group has become a close knit family in their own right.  When they aren’t trying to stay warm in those tree stands, they play cards, tell stories, share their adventures of the day and continue to bond in the shack.

Paul had second thoughts about making the trip this year.  It’s hard to be the grandpa of the group.  No longer can he chop wood.  He can’t do some of the heavy lifting required if they actually shoot something.  He isn’t able to keep up with the younger hunters.  Yet he is a good cook.  Chances are, they’d starve if he didn’t go along.  So in order to preserve the hunters, he agreed to tag along again.

I’ve often wondered why Wisconsin only hunts during the week of Thanksgiving, so I did a little research on that. It seems that deer mate during the early weeks of November.  In order to keep populating the herd,  Breeding has taken place so Wisconsin waits until Thanksgiving to take those daddy deer out of the picture.  Sounds like a good way to preserve the herd for future generations.  A whole lot of preservation going on.

I’ve grown accustomed to being alone during that week.  In the past, it would allow me to take on some project, like redecorating a room – reupholstering a piece of furniture – or making costumes for an upcoming production.  Now my time, energy and body are not up for those things, I plan to enjoy some quiet time.

Let’s think about what we have and how we can use it to benefit others in our remaining years.  With hearts full of gratitude, let’s thank God for family and friends and moments shared together.  Let’s send our prayers of Thanksgiving to God for providing us with more than we need and amazing opportunities to enjoy life.







As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. believe4147 says:

    Hope they all get their deer and have fun making many more memories. Enjoy your quiet time. Our hunter down here in So. IL got at least one this morning. It helps us next summer keep a garden!

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  2. Our season in Georgia is so out of whack—they start it, bow first, in mid September—temps are still near 90 and the deer ticks will eat you alive—so very stupid!!! and even I know that! Then gun season opens mid Oct and runs until just after the new year—and every day is a doe day—as my husband laments, that is a license for every “yahoo” without a brain to shoot everything and anything that moves including the button bucks—which are to be next year’s herd of growing boys—Gregory says whoever sets the schedule in Georgia knows nothing about hunting nor deer—he says the season shouldn’t open until late Oct. early November and run mid January…
    I’ll vote him Game Warden 🙂

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  3. Wally Fry says:

    I am not a deer hunter personally, but everybody I know is. Ours sound a lot like Georgia; it seems like it lasts forever in some form or another. I remember when I was a kid, seeing a deer was a treat. Now, management has made the herd huge. I have hit quite a few in my work van…even got hit by one LOL.

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  4. This was so much fun to read! My husband loves to hunt deer also and I am always glad when he gets one as it stretches the food budget.
    Love the pictures also! I bet your husband has a great time even being the grandpa of the group!

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  5. A beautiful painting that reflects a wonderful tradition, Kathy! Thankful with you for the memories that Paul and your son have made over the years. What an amazing family you are! ❤️


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