I was recently reminded of this tragic event when my husband spent this past Easter season on his own quest for a kill. This time the prize was a turkey. And because my macho husband thinks it's fun to live like the natives, he opted to hunt turkeys with a bow and arrow. And because my Robin Hood actually happens to be a darn good archer, he succeeded. And though I find the entire thing absolutely barbaric, I thought I'd share a few pics of my proud hubby, his weapon, and his trophy.
Because you really didn't want to see a picture of a dead bunny, did you?