I was having a conversation with a friend in my living room yesterday when my brother Owen called.
"I am going deer hunting," he said."Where should I go?"
"Umm. Go where the deer are," I answered...rather cleverly.
"Feeder or logging (something - trail?)" He asked very seriously.
"Really Owen, why are you asking me these things? You know I know nothing about deer hunting!"
He said he needed some direction because what he was doing wasn't working.
"Feeder," I said. "Is this really why you called?"
"Yes. Go where the deer are. Feeder. Got it." He repeated my directions as if they really mattered.
"Ok, well have fun," I replied as we hung up.
I then looked at my friend and said, "This time I will get the blame if he doesn't come home with a deer."
Would everyone please ask God to help him kill a deer...on my behalf?
And have a good day!