The Deer Hunters: A Story of the First and Last Time My Uncle Took Me Hunting
#1: Walking over to our stand, he asked me if I had ever “fingered” anyone.
He said his nickname at my age was “pink mitten” because he would put his hand in everything.
#2: My Uncle shot a Blue Jay. I remember because of how unnecessary it was.
He called his victim a “free BJ” and then laughed at his own joke.
#3: I had to relieve myself in an empty bottle. My uncle confused it for Gatorade and took a sip.
When I told him it was pee, he said,
#4: My uncle didn’t bring any rope to tie our kill to the roof.
He just shoved it into the backseat with me.
