This is Golfdad and some neighbors and a big fat doe, hanging from the ceiling of our neighbors garage. And even though we live in northern Michigan, a dead doe is not an upgrade that came with our not custom at all Holwerda Homes.
Golfdad isn't in this photo because he took up hunting today and shot a deer on his first try. He also didn't knock one square with a mean 3 wood while on the back-9 of The Bear. Golfdad is in this photo because Hunter' Daddy shot-it and then recruited him and everybody's favorite neighbor, Mr. Dan to "track it." Contrary to popular belief, if you shoot a deer with an arrow it doesn't just fall and die but instead it runs, and bleeds and then you have to follow the trail to find where it lands. I guess that means that in addition to being an exceptional golfer and the world's pickiest eater...Golfdad is a bloodhound. I am not sure if that should go before or after "unicyclist" on his resume.
Regardless, it was definitely another exciting night on Strohm Rd.
xo --- B.M.
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