I was starting to think I was the problem.
My hunny, the not-so-mighty-hunter,
hadn't been on a successful hunt since he's been together with little ol' me.
Well eight years later- the dry spell has ended, the mighty hunter returned with meat in hand.
A nice little forked-horn.
High in the hills above Hagg Lake, Oregon.
And then home again....
this presented a whole new parenting dilemma:
to let the toddler watch the butchering process, or not.
Luckily, she napped through most of it
and was mostly distracted by the fact her daddy was finally home again.
She did thoroughly enjoy her deer tenderloin for dinner.