A lot of families have Thanksgiving traditions.
We eat turkey, kids play with each other, and the adults take naps.
The day after Thanksgiving, we all go pheasant hunting together, to get the pheasants for the Christmas dinner my dad makes, regardless of where the extended family Christmas is held (My brother Matt’s house on the 26th this year).
So that is what we did. First year Claire was old enough to come along. Nell’s 3rd year of pheasant hunting the day after Thanksgiving. Then it was lunch at KINGS PLACE in Miesville (fantastic burgers) and back to my parent’s place where I spent the afternoon butchering deer again. Brother tagged 3 before 8 am on Thanksgiving morning. Has been a wonderfully plentiful season of gathering.
They look pleased with themselves…nice haul.