My husband went on his first deer hunt in the fall of 2013 and shot not one but TWO deer (beginner’s luck?!). Not only that, but his buck was the largest one shot that entire season. He came back from that trip hooked on hunting, go figure. A bunch of the guys at work started calling him Deerslayer. For Christmas this year, he asked for and received almost nothing but hunting gear (nothing says “Merry Christmas!” like a pair of green rubber hunting boots, right?). His birthday and anniversary present this year: a shotgun. He had the buck mounted, but it’s still at the shop I think because the guy has such a backlog (so sad). I’m glad that I have some time before we have to have the conversation about where the deer is going to be placed in our future home. We will seriously have to take that one to our monthly Couple Dialogue…
|Me and Michelle (my precious, wonderful, sweet sister in law)|
I wish so much that I loved venison. I hate that I can’t be as excited as he is about all the meat and sausage he gets made. Michael is the kind of person that makes you really want to be as excited as he is about things. I think he feels like such a good provider in an adorable but also super-manly way when he kills a deer. I’m glad he has a new hobby, as he hadn’t had a real one in a long time. And it’s a hobby that he has in common with lots of and lots of men and women in these here parts. Welcome back to south Louisiana, ya’ll. 🙂
|Gabe and Michael hunting together|
Ever since the Great Hunt of 2013, Michael has had this dream of sitting up in a deer stand with his lovely wife. Just me, him, and the Great Outdoors. He’s pretty cute about it, actually. Michael really is a sweetie and is pretty romantic. Some family friends recently invited us and the kids up to their hunting camp in northern Louisiana after Christmas. They had plenty of extra gear for me to borrow…and Michael gave me a Kindle gift card as part of my Christmas present…so what the heck?
We didn’t even see a deer. But it wasn’t unbearably cold, or a far walk from the car to the stand. The kids were happily playing with my in-laws back at the cabin. It was so wonderfully quiet. Plus I read about a third of my new fiction book about St. Augustine. Michael got to check something off his bucket list. Win-win. I’d go again.:)
I did not know that you are supposed to go hunting as “scent free” as possible. There are special detergents and shampoos and deodorants and everything. I love wearing yummy-smelling body lotion, and I happened to get a ton of it for Christmas this year, and so I went into the woods smelling pretty strongly of “A Thousand Wishes” from Bath and Body Works. And that’s not even including my shampoo, hair spray or leave-in conditioner, face moisturizer, a little makeup…maybe that’s why the deer stayed out of sight.
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