We ran into town and I thought I’d share a short blog post by cell. I’ve loved having our own little humble abode. Each time I make the beds I start singing Daryl Lee Rush’s “White Trash Paradise.” Cody is in “paradise” with his buck that he got last night. For those who want to see pics, click here: http://www.jenkinsprojects.com/Deer/Deer11-12-09/index.html Things are looking good ’round here.. .

Today, well at least this afternoon, has been a day of rest in the Jenkins household.  I declared later last week that we would rest. . .no matter what the weather did.  Sunday we would get some rest.  Sundays should be filled with faith, family, and rest.  We haven’t observed that rest part in quite some time. I thought scribble down some goings on just to keep you all in the loop. - I said the day was a day of rest- THIS afternoon...

Hunting season is on the horizon for the Jenkins household.  Really it’s all ready here.  It’s time to plant, time to get all the last minute preperations done, start the feeders and cameras, etc.  The season officially starts the first of October- for archery season.  This is that time of year though when you can feel like you are speeding closer and closer to that horizon. This year is bringing extra preperations.  We now have...

While going through my old pictures, I decided to implement Flash Back Friday’s here on my blog- a chance to tell the unblogged stories our snapshots tell. Today’s Flashback: September 2007.  We took a week off and headed north to Oklahoma.   We got a room at the lodge at Robber’s Cave.  That was super cool in and of itself.  It’s 20 rooms that look like hotel rooms.  We were only one of two rooms filled that night...

Last month, I went out to the deer lease with Cody to start preparing the trailer to be moved over to our campsite. That’s a long story. . . as the trip really wasn’t very productive. And of course, Cody isn’t going to pass up an opportunity to drive around the deer lease. I had my camera ready. Have you ever wished you could fly? Like a bird? What about when you see a vulture? I knew, it a grotesque bird but when it’s...

I did not grow up around hunting. For my husband, it’s the opposite. It runs in his family on both sides. It’s a family tradition that deeply rooted in his make-up- in what makes him who he is. To take hunting away from him would be to watch him slowly die. We all know things that are so intertwined into who a person is that you can’t take away from them- that’s hunting for my husband. Cody’s Grandfather in...