Since deer hunting in Wisconsin begins tomorrow and my husband is now getting ready for the trip down there, I’ve decided to re-post this article from 7/14/2017. Hope you enjoy it again.
My husband has many traits. He is intelligent in many areas of life. He knows how to survive in the wilderness. He should’ve been born two centuries ago, because is filled with the spirit of adventure required to have lived then. He is an avid outdoorsman. He knew what it took to survive before the reality show ever existed.
When he was just a child, the infamous funeral home he lived in, was so large that it had an archery range in the basement. At a young age, he was trifling with bow and arrow right in the midst of the city. He read countless books about mountain men, survival, camping, outdoor living and all the adventure stories pertaining to them. All of that knowledge was being stored up for future use.
He used all his book knowledge to forge trails in the woods, sit by the campfire and tell countless stories, learn which mushrooms not to eat, whittle little creatures out of a stick of wood, forage for food, live under the stars and survive without a compass.
My first encounters with the outdoors, came after we were married. I’d never been camping in my life. I’d never held a gun and wasn’t much of an archer, but I did so anyway. I could never bring myself to hunting, but never begrudged him the joy of doing so. In fact, we were married on the opening day of deer hunting for archers. I would say that’s pretty impressive, wouldn’t you?
I even agreed to going along with him on our honeymoon as he tracked the evasive whitetail. Of course I stayed in the car and read a book while he was out in the wilderness. After an hour or so of waiting, I became concerned. I wondered where he was.
I had visions of his being gored by a deer or slowly going down in a pond of quicksand. My visions turned into fear, but instead of venturing out, I beeped the horn. I really don’t know why I did that. If he had been drowning in quicksand, what good would it do?
It didn’t take long for him to respond. Within a few minutes he appeared out of the woods with a look of sheer rage on his face. I didn’t understand his anger. I thought I was being a good wife by being concerned for his welfare. I was wrong. It seems he had a deer in his sights and was about to shoot, when the horn frightened the mighty beast away.
That honeymoon disaster almost ended our marriage, but not really. I’ve since learned never to hunt with my husband. He does that stuff on his own. Maybe that’s why our marriage has lasted so long. Who knows?
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I liked it then and like it now— as I’m married to a similar man who’s off this aft to go check the cameras!
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Oh how they become little boys again through the process.
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That they do— I’m sitting here holding a sleeping baby and he asks if I’ll be ok if he goes— I’ve been ok for 35 years— now he asks !?😂🤣
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I know right? Why didn’t they ask that same question when we were holding our own kids?
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Exactly— it took this long to feel remorse but just enough to ask 😜
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😳😳😳
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It’s like a war zone around her this time of year, shots going off all morning. I always hope that the boneheads have some situational awareness of where the homes nearby are. Sheesh
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That’s why I’m happy they aren’t in my space. Haven’t heard any gun shots.
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HItting deer is always a fear around her; I have hit 4 or 5 myself, but once the hunters get in the woods it is even worse, as they are trying to get away from all of the rukkus and not paying much attention.
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Except for you, Wally, I’ve no reason to go to your state ❤️
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The timing is good, come on. Just today I did my pre Thanksgiving checks on the smoker, and Turkey smoking operations will soon begin. Heck, if people bring meat, I can smoke for days now LOL. I don’t have much better to do at the moment.
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I never smoked a turkey. They must be incredibly hard to light❤️. lol
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It takes a big match.
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Indeed. Hope you have a great Thanksgiving in spite of all the bumps in the road. God will strengthen you through all of it.
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Thanks, Kathy!
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The picture gave my heart laughter.
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