It is the 9th of November, 11.00 pm and I am sitting in my room with a beer and a book about Malcolm X in my hands...
I am at peace with myself waiting for my 20th birthday to come up. Out of the blue my brother starts making a lot of noise and appears (dancing-like always)in my room.
"Hey man, I have a surprise for you ! It is out in the truck, lets go !"
I am back "home" in Poland Ohio by now so the whether is cold and nasty around this time a year so I was all but thrilled going outside to look at his truck and finding out about his surprise knowing that most of his surprises are quite "special".
So I get my coat and boots on and off we go, collecting my "surprise".
I glanced over his tailgate and I should have known...
"What the **** brother ? How did you end up with that ?"
There was blood all over the back of his Ford F150 and a White Tail Deer looks at me. Its the biggest deer I have ever seen and pretty messed up too...
"Where did you get that from ?"
"My friend hit it with the car so I picked it up and brought it home."
So there we are in the middle of the night standing in front of a 90 kg deer that's twisted like,... well like got hit by a car at 65 mph. Of course I am kinda interested why he brought that sucker home but he goes: "Man, that's a lot of meat ! Awesome lets hang it up in the garage and make some steaks..."
Well, and there I am in the USA living out on the farm with my american brother gutting out my first deer and indeed, that was one of the best surprises I ever had for my birthday.
I am at peace with myself waiting for my 20th birthday to come up. Out of the blue my brother starts making a lot of noise and appears (dancing-like always)in my room.
"Hey man, I have a surprise for you ! It is out in the truck, lets go !"
I am back "home" in Poland Ohio by now so the whether is cold and nasty around this time a year so I was all but thrilled going outside to look at his truck and finding out about his surprise knowing that most of his surprises are quite "special".
So I get my coat and boots on and off we go, collecting my "surprise".
I glanced over his tailgate and I should have known...
"What the **** brother ? How did you end up with that ?"
There was blood all over the back of his Ford F150 and a White Tail Deer looks at me. Its the biggest deer I have ever seen and pretty messed up too...
"Where did you get that from ?"
"My friend hit it with the car so I picked it up and brought it home."
So there we are in the middle of the night standing in front of a 90 kg deer that's twisted like,... well like got hit by a car at 65 mph. Of course I am kinda interested why he brought that sucker home but he goes: "Man, that's a lot of meat ! Awesome lets hang it up in the garage and make some steaks..."
Well, and there I am in the USA living out on the farm with my american brother gutting out my first deer and indeed, that was one of the best surprises I ever had for my birthday.
Can't wait to eat them steaks tonight...
