Going out in the different "teams" for different types of game that will be on the table on Thanksgiving, Christmas day, and New Year's Eve.
Two weeks before T-Day,about twenty of us in the family all head back to the family Elder's home near the Reservation, and it takes the better part of an hour for everyone to unload all the Guns, Archery Equipment, and Ammo from our different cars and Pick up Trucks.
A week before T-day, we split into different teams, according to our specialties, some for White Tailed Deer, some for Russian Wild Boar, some for Wild Turkey, the young teens for small game, and the wing shooters for Pheasant, Quail, Dove, and Duck.
After two days, the game is draining and aging while hanging off the rafters in the Garage, and on T-day, the 4 foot by 12 foot, five inch thick oak table is groaning under the weight of all the wild game as the the 42 family members file by, and grab what they want to eat.
ALL the Hunters, sit at one large table at the head of the room, and the camaraderie between us is the same as it was in Europe several hundred years ago, and always has been for the native peoples of North America.
I wonder if there is a better feeling than being the very first to walk across a field covered in snow.