Deer Hunting, Flaming Marshmallows and Deer Poop

Every year my boys go deer hunting.  One year back in 1989,  Mickey took our two 6 year old boys on the hunt.  After watching the hunting video I'm 100% sure that all three of them are not normal.

I have video proof of this.  I will point out some of the odd things they do in the following three video clips.  

In the first clip you have my son Whitey aka Scott roasting, burning and eating a marshmallow while still on fire.  

First Scott says, "Look at it?"  Mickey (the dad) responds while looking at a completely charred and gross mallow, "Ewww.  Now that looks good Scott!  Try it and see if it tastes good yet. YET?  What?  Are we waiting for it to be a total burning ember?  Of course Scott puts it back into the fire.

Pan over to my son Rocky who is apparently is having a testosterone surge.  He asks his fellow hunters if they want to see the muscle man.  He then picks up a tree trunk, throws it 2 inches on top of a sage brush and stomps it.  If you watch carefully, right after this act of strength, he sticks out his chest and does a manly grunt.  

The camera then swings back over to Scott.  He tastes the marshmallow, noting that it is hot and yet he still takes a bite.  You will see if you look carefully that not only is there smoke coming off of the marshmallow but out of his mouth after the first nibble.  I guess it took the second bite to determine if it was really hot.  You can still see smoke.  What really memorizes me is the part where Scott takes a big bite of the burning marshmallow and waits a second or two before yelling.  Why the delay in his reaction?  Puzzling.

In this next clip Mickey just asked the boys what they were going to do.  You will see Rocky's enthusiasm for hunting and Scott dedication to his marshmallow.  Scott hears and sees nothing but the mallow.  No response whatsoever to Rocky and Rocky's response is a little  "Eh".  

This last clip is the most disturbing clip.  It is one in which you will note that Mickey asks the boys what it is that they are rubbing on their faces, knowing full well that they are putting disease ridden, deer feces on their faces.  Mickey taught them that this is not only a camouflage for their faces but for their human smell as well.   At the end he say's, "They'll never know you're comin!"  I beg to differ.  Someone will smell em.

I don't get it but I know that this will be one tradition that will be carried on to the grandkids unless of course their mothers are smarter than I.