“Post something,” he said. “Entertain me, despite your lack of inspiration.”


I went hunting with my husband and Ronnie, our neighbor. This was last Saturday at the dim–yet nevertheless early–hour of 7 a.m. Since I am turning green in the environmental sense, I didn’t know if I could withstand the pressure. Even though I knew I wouldn’t be pulling any triggers, I still wasn’t sure if I would be okay with killing an animal for sport [Ronnie was on a quest for a 5 point buck]. Ethics and morals, and what-not.

But I went. I hate the thought of missing out on something fun.

I was surprised once we started the hunt, though–I’d always figured the definition of hunting included actually finding, cornering, and eventually killing something alive. We had no trouble finding things alive, but the cornering and killing aspect of the hunt didn’t go so well. We saw many animals. {Evidently Ronnie is a bit picky when it comes to the heads he’ll hang on his walls. Go figure.} We even chased one down, but the clever buck eluded us in spite of our efforts–they say that big bucks are big for a reason: they were too smart to get themselves hunted and killed last season.

Here was our prey:

Ronnie spotted.
Ronnie hunted.
Kyle spotted.
Kyle hunted.

Both returned quite empty-handed…

My bed head and I tried to look interested and enthused.
“It’s a good thing we aren’t pioneers traveling the Oregon Trail and don’t actually need these animals to sustain us,” I said, “or we’d be goners.”

I was more keen on watching the beauty of Alberta.

Nobody shot this little lamb. Nobody even tried. Thank goodness.

I am more attractive than a deer–why doesn’t anyone ever try to shoot me and stuff my head for their wall? Hunting doesn’t make any sense. I have a lot of relatives who sport heads on their walls, and they will surely mock me for this post. Ho-hum. I bet they’ll love me anyway.
On a more pleasant note, I am thankful for these dusty wooden pedestals. I got both of them for $7 at Goodwill. Someday I will paint them black or cream and they’ll be lovely in my house. But for now, on this Thanksgiving that’s not even celebrated where I live, they do a swell job of cheering me up…

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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10 Responses to {Thankful}

  1. lindser-lou says:

    the second picture of the base of your pedestals looks like a good christmasy desktop picture…in fact, i may just paste it to mine now…


  2. Tessa says:

    Oh camille, I just love reading your blog! It sounds like you had quite and adventure hunting. Those pedestals are amazing.

  3. Anonymous says:


    Yes, what are you going to do with the lovely pedestals now that you have them? And, you didn’t tell me you went “hunting.” That’s why I haven’t heard from you in awhile. Well, I’m glad you at least enjoyed Alberta’s beauty.

  4. LetterToKayleen says:

    alberta is taking my breath away. in a top gun sort of way.

  5. Anonymous says:


    Aren’t you glad Grandpa made you take the hunter safety class so that you could find beautiful pedestals? The bitter coldness you must endure fills my heart with compassion for the green-less land in which you are living. It motivates me to get the supplies and hobble out to plant the winter lawn so that you will see something green when you come to AMERICA.

    I am thankful for you and the good person that you are. I am thankful that you have a testimony of the gospel that will sustain you through the trials you will face. I am glad you don’t like to see innocent things murdered and that your “shoots” are through a camera lense.
    You are an amazing woman and I’m glad I have had the honor of associating with you these past 21 years. It has been a bumpy road filled with man y an obstacle, but I will continue in my journey for understanding how the brain housed inside your beautiful head works.
    I send my love.

  6. Geneva says:

    Such pretty pictures! Although I don’t think this post is complete without a photoshopped picture of your head mounted on the wall :)

  7. Geneva says:

    oh and can your green be satisfied by the fact that they are free range deer?

  8. Anonymous says:

    I can’t say the hunting adventure appeals to me. Ug. I remember those days back in Illinois. I’d rather hear more about those pedestals or the beauty of Alberta! ~A

  9. Emily Lewis says:

    oh camille I love your blog!!! no matter what you write about its always so wonderful. love the stools they will be precious when all done up!!

  10. Loralee Choate says:

    Dang good thing you posted, Missy. You get me to read you (Which was a brilliant strategy, I really must say) and then you go all ‘Newly wed AWOL’!!!

    I also agree, you are way more attractive than a deer. I would totally want your head on my wall.

    Not that I’m all “It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.”…Or anything…

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