Huntography's Halloween Visit

   It pains me to say this, but I love Halloween more than National Fiddler's Week.  Shocking, I know but it's true.  The only problem with my love for Halloween is that I grew up in a climate that was not conducive to cute costumes.  Ritualistically, every year, it would snow on All Hallow's Eve. The chilly precipitation would cause my brother and me to either a) cancel trick-or-treating b) force our dad to drive us around in his heated truck or c) (the most chosen selection because we were kids, and of course, complete whores for anything wrapped in chocolate, nougat, or the like) alter our costumes in order to comfortably fit a snowsuit underneath. Eventually, Dave just went as some variety of snow man or skier to avoid the hassle but I couldn't get out of my pink glitter phase.  My mom isn't the biggest fan of the holiday so I went as a princess for four years running, a "snow queen" if you will, as my costume consisted of a gigantic down jacket, thick thermal boots and a tiara.

   This year's Halloween is going to be interesting, not only because we will be spending far away from the snow-filled land of my youth, but also because Huntography will be joining us.  Obviously, this has been a long time coming but as I sit now, looking at my disaster of a house, it seemed like time sped up, forcing the day to get here more quickly.  We have been doing a lot to prepare for this monumental occasion from reconfiguring deer stands to putting out corn, speed-processing our deer to ensure venison is on hand for ingestion purposes to doing laundry and everything in between.  Besides completing all the necessary tasks one must go about in order to show his or her home off to the world, I also took it upon myself to ensure that my home looks as "fallish" as possible.  This means that I have not raked a single leaf (it takes away from the inherent colors of the season, you see) nor left our pumpkins uncarved.  In order to really illustrate how one prepares for Huntography to visit, I made a little video which is televised below. I do hope that Rudy appreciates all the hard work I've put in, I hope as well that he isn't afraid of sleeping in the basement..

    Since our pumpkins got an entire post devoted to them last year, I figure they would be disappointed without a couple of close-ups so here they are:

DU's pumpkin, which hands-down just plain rocks, was outlined by my steady hand but conceived of by my domestic partner. 

Note: Many beer cans were harmed during the making of this pumpkin. 

My albino pumpkin was just waiting for me before I plucked her from the patch.  At a loss for what to do, I carved my outdoor pseudonym for all to enjoy.  Figuring this a simple task, I started the carving at 5 in the afternoon, it was completed days after, as the process turned out more arduous than expected.

   Before I leave you guys and ghouls to your own fallish devices, I wanted to quickly direct your attention to an interview I did with Knife Depot.  It was a terribly nifty experience to illustrate the importance of knives during a hunt to non-hunters who fallow the depot's blog.  Please do check it out and follow the Knife Depot on Facebook! 

Happy Halloween, y'all!

BOO!