I went deer hunting with Dad.  We went to Grandpa and Grandma's farm on Sunday since Dad had already gotten a buck on our farm the day before.  Wish I had been there!  Mom wanted me to stay home with her.  Gee whiz!  Mom is always afraid I'm going to get lost or something. 

 

I love exploring the farm.  We walked and walked and then we climbed up on a big fallen tree and waited.  I was very quiet and waited patiently with Dad.  Dachshunds were bred for hunting, you know.  I looked and sniffed the air and looked some more.  We didn't see any deer at all, but it was still fun.  Here is a picture of me while on the hunt.  I bet the deer were afraid to come near me.  Don't I look fierce?