The moose meat is all packaged and snug in the freezer. While visions of dinners dance in my head...
Okay, that is enough corny. But, the moose is tucked away for the winter and my husband can now do what he loves best, waterfowl hunting. Moose in necessity, duck is his first love. He is getting the decoys and boat ready as dinner is finishing on the stove. What are we having? Moose fajitas of course. Tomorrow, I will opt for some seafood for a little change of menu, but then if my mighty hunter hunts all day, the blessings and I may just have a snacky dinner tomorrow, who knows, it will be Saturday and we usually play that day by ear.
May the Lord find us faithful.
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