My husband lives and breathes for it.
I obviously did not know what hunting was like.
But, he was very upset. I felt bad for him. I could not believe that hunters would actually steal a deer from another hunter.
We had a good story to tell his family when we got back to the cabin.
I thought that when the weekend was over, the hunt was over until the next October.
After all, the next big thing was our wedding.
But, he talked about the deer hunt for the next few weeks to anyone who hadn’t heard about it yet.
And then we got married. All of that was very wonderful.
We began our lives together. And so began my realization that hunting was not just a weekend or two in October.
It was hunting magazines and hunting proclamations. It was talking about hunting at family gatherings. It was planning for next October’s deer hunt.
It was duck hunting, goose hunting, pheasant hunting, dove hunting, fishing, elk hunting……..
He hunts and I have a crazy life.
(Oh, and the middle of the night whinnying sound? My Hunter Man’s younger brother and sisters, blew up a whoopee cushion and placed it between my bed’s mattress and box spring. When I rolled over just right—I deflated the whoopee cushion! Nice.)