The Blood and the Mud and the Crud As a hunter, you’ll be immunized to the blood, gore, and sleeplessness that comes part in parcel with parenting. Pooh-filled diapers? No problem, you’ve ground deer scat between thumb and forefinger to glean knowledge of their feeding patterns. The kid falls on its head and comes up screaming and streaming blood? Who among us hasn’t endured a pate wound in the field? It’s among the bloodiest of injuries, but in the end it’s all thunder and fluff signifying nothing. While other parents run screaming to the hospital, you’ll simply find a clean cloth, (might I suggest cloth diapers?), and apply pressure to the wound while talking to the little cootermaroo in calming tones. A few minutes later voila, you’ll be back up and running. And sleep deprivation? What hunter doesn’t know about sleep deprivation? Sure you’ll have to get up to feed the little tyke and clean their butt, but is that any wors...