So while we are determined to make the most of our time here in Montana, insert hysterical laugh here, Duchess has taken to going once or twice a week with Dave hunting. Princess gets left at home to do schoolwork and hang with her mother (good bonding time, i.e. Project Runway) and Duchess gets all geared up in forty-seven layers (cause it's 7 efffffing degrees outside right now) and off they go. Except, she's quiet challenged. So Dave is training her by patiently reminding her every three seconds that she has to be quiet and walk softly like a church mouse than she'll never kill her first deer. But since this year she isn't carrying a gun, just accompanying Daddy, it's more trail and error.
But, she cleared the woods. As in, she was quietly walking along in her bundled up self following Dave when it happened. Loudly. She farted. And through the forty-seven layers it was apparently very LOUD. Dave said he stood there and watched her try to keep from laughing and then just fall to the ground and laugh long and hysterical loud at herself.
Yep, I'm raising some ladies over here yo!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Duchess the Huntress
