My dear husband has decided that this is the year he will learn to hunt. He has tried to convince me that he needs to be prepared for when the civilized world ends and we have to forage for our food. I politely reminded him that if something catastrophic enough to return the entire country to a primitive society occurred, we would probably not have survived or wouldn't want to eat the animals that did. Still, he has decided that this fall, he will partake in the male tradition of sitting for hours in quiet waiting for the lone bird or deer to wander by. At first he suggested hunting rabbit or squirrel. I laughed and said, "What do you plan on doing with a squirrel you kill?" Then it hit me, "Oh, don't say eat it, don't say eat it". Yeah, he was going to eat it. I quickly informed him that we are NOT the Clampets and if he ever ate a squirrel, I would never kiss him again. In fact, sleeping in the same room would become questionable. On second thought, Bunnies are also out. I refuse to skin or cook Thumper. So it looks like bird hunting it will be. The man who won't let me buy chicken products that aren't "Fully Cooked" is going to be filleting his own wild quail. Right. Still, I am trying to be the encouraging wife and not squash the dream. So, today he went with Ross to the gun show and came back with his very first shotgun and tales of the amazing deal he received. It was of course the last gun on the last table on the last round they made. Well, would you expect any less drama? He is so excited and it is hard to not have a shred of that excitement rub off. I guess it is now official so keep tuned, I am sure we will have some interesting stories this fall.
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