dose of dumas

It never fails; A dose of Dumas does the body good. 

There is something about the simplicity that I once loathed that now brings the utmost comfort. 

I never dreamed in a million years that I would miss "home" as much as I do. 

Never say never.....

We have started a yearly tradition of celebrating Pistol's (my Dad) birthday, dove hunting, 

and a good ole time had like only home can provide. 

Meg and I loaded up the circus (Lily & Rowdy) and headed to South on Friday night.

Saturday was spent clad in camo and I could not wipe the grin off of my face. We had lunch in the rice field with our grandparents and Pistol. They finished the rice harvest that day. 

Growing up, I took harvest for granted. Now, I realize how beautiful it is.

Meet Step-Bro, Dylan. 

 

After some farmin', we took part in some dove huntin'. 

If you haven't ever been around a dove hunting town - you should experience it. 

Not that I have ever been in a war zone, but I can only imagine that is what it sounds like. 

POW! POW! POW!

Shots are fired rapidly in all directions. Birds are crashing. 

It's crazy, but so much fun!

I actually got one :)

Dove season begins "camo season," which means JWood is almost home!

He always says he'll be home in time for "camo & football season."

A dose of my Daddy and Dumas was just what I needed to get me through to J's return! 

Love you, Pistol!