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Thursday September 14, 2006 at 04:00 pm
Tomorrow is the day. All the build up, all the anticipation, all the planning, lists and organization. It will all come to fruition….tomorrow the DH is going Deer Hunting! You have no idea.
We have a rule in the house. He cannot mention the dreaded words “Deer Hunting” until 30 days before the actual event. He drives me crazy.
Lists
Planning
Packing
Multiple trips to Wally World, ACE, Coast To Coast
clipping coupons
Re Packing
Re Re packing those things he re packed after packing them.
4 days of bliss, no Deer Hunting talking. No watching good ‘ol boys shooting bambies on the TV. Done, gone.
Yes!
I know this actually isn’t a ‘deer hunting’ event. It is actually a smoking, drinking, poker playing manly bonding with nature. Peeing on trees, barfing in the bushes. Getting smelly, dirty, cold and getting tired cooking your own food.
He will come home after 4 days (maybe 5 if I’m lucky!) tired, smelly hopefully having not run MY truck off the road as he did his 2 years ago. “It just slid…yah right, while you were trying to save that beer”…and saying I’m never going there again.
He will not come home with a deer. After 25 years of marriage, he has only shot one deer. What is amazing about this is his optimism and the fact that he is an crack shot, never misses when going to quarterly qualification at work. Shoots bulls-eyes. Every Time! The only excuse I can come up with is it is hard to find a deer when you’re driving a quad, smoking a cigar and balancing a beer between your legs. But there is more to this than the beer,cigars and poker. It is his childhood. One of the best memories he has of him and his dad. Every year he goes remembering the times of his childhood. It is a special time for him. I just hope he doesn’t shoot himself while balancing that beer on his quad.