Warning: I Shot Something

This weekend we went to Defuniak Springs (about an hour away from Pensacola and where Heather's family lives), for a wonderful weekend of front porch sitting, moonshine drinking, and shotgun shootin fun. Defunk is a great place to escape to for the weekend. And while Catherine was having a much deserved swanky party in NYC, I was marching around with a shotgun lookin for a squirrel to shoot.

Now, you should know something. I hit a squirrel once with my car. I cried for 30 minutes. But here is what happened.

We were all sitting around and they were poking and making fun of me for not going with all of them on Thanksgiving when they go deer hunting. EVERYONE goes. Including Heather. But I am going to stay with Granny and help her (although she probably doesn't want my help) because even though I have become more comfortable with the idea of deer hunting, I don't think I could see a deer actually get shot and die.

Nope.

So anywhoozle, Henry (you know Henry...he is the one who taught me to shoot, and made me eat Mullet) said if I wanted to earn the Gainey name...I would have to shoot a squirrel.

Again, let me take pause here and tell you that they squirrel hunt to eat the damn things. They just don't kill them for sake of sport. I didn't know people actually ate squirrel...unless you had no other options or were on Survivor or something. So, he brought me out is shotgun and we started searching for a squirrel. Just me, Henry, and Fisher.

That's right. I hunt in flipflops.

So, we must have walked for at least 20 minutes with no sign of Mr. Squirrel. But on our way back...it happened. Far off in the thick, there was movement. So I snuck off. I saw the squirrel in a far off tree...it was haulin ass. And then...I shot.

Someone should have told me a shotgun kicks back into your shoulder! OUCH

And then Mr. Squirrel fell from the tree. I started yelling. I almost started crying. So Henry goes in looking for it and retrieves it.

And it was official. I was a killer.

I refused to look at it. All the way back I didnt even peep at it. I will have to tell you though. I wanted to shoot something else! (even though I felt a little bad...I kept telling myself that Mr. Squirrel was really a squirrel bully and I did the squirrel kingdom a favor).

Well, when we got back A) no one believed I actually shot it and B) They made me take a picture. And as a true Top Model, I had to do it.

Poor little guy. But Henry prepped it for eating. I would have tried it, but they werent cooking it until this week. Apparently squirrel is some good eating.

Now that I got that off my chest...

I also tried oysters for the first time. I don't eat seafood, and never really thought I could even swallow an oyster. But they found me a tiny one, plopped it on a cracker, and in my mouth it went.

Looks like me tequila face huh? Well. It went down. And honestly, the taste was not bad. It wasn't that fishy. It's just the texture that will get you!

Here is a picture of Clint and I (Heather's cousin, flight attendant, and Henry's older brother).

I kinda like this girl.

And that was it for the weekend! Monday comes to quickly!

Happy Humpday lovies! Go forth and....hump.