Gone Hunting 

Good morning! 

It’s that time of year again.  Hunting season. Time for men (and women) across America to don their orange and get back to nature. Even those that are not OSU Cowboy fans. 

My husband is one of those men. He’s presently gone hunting. For pheasant.  And not under glass. The real deal.

For me hunting does not sound the least bit entertaining.  Guns and rifles do not excite me. I have no desire to shoot or kill anything. I’d be more likely to catch it, and make it a pet. The only thing I like to hunt is a good deal. Presently my hunting revolves around home improvement finds. 

How about you? Do you enjoy a good hunt?

Whatever you may be hunting for, I pray you may find it. May you enjoy all aspects of the hunt.  The planning. The preparation. The comradery.  The hunt. The thrill of the kill. And the enjoyment of savoring the delectable meat you provide for the feast. 

Hunting goes back to biblical times. God himself hunts for each of us if any of us should go astray. It started with Adam and Eve. 

Let’s all stay on target. Let’s not miss the mark. Let’s all take part in our own hunt, whatever that may be, so that we may each receive the blessing that is due to us when it is complete!  

Be safe all you hunters out there! 

Isaac said, “Behold, I am old, I do not know the day of my death. Now then, take your weapons, your quiver and your bow, and go out to the field and hunt game for me, and prepare for me delicious food, such as I love, and bring it to me so that I may eat, that my soul may bless you before I die.”    Genesis 27:2-4

Love and laughter, 



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