[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]It’s that time again. Hunting season. I’m always getting a lot of flack from my girls about why they don’t get to go to the hunting camp as much as the boys. I don’t really have a good answer except that the bathrooms aren’t that clean and there’s not much privacy in the bunk room and it’s cold. But those answers don’t seem to cut it. So I decided to make some changes. Now we have an official girl’s weekend. They can eat all the smores they want and Daddy will even take them hunting if they feel up to it. And it makes Daddy proud.
You know you’re a redneck if the screensaver on your iPhone is a picture of your nine-year old girl with deer blood wiped on her face (a tradition), holding up the first buck she shot with a high-powered rifle. I must be a redneck.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]