I married a good man. He is my best friend and my biggest fan. Soon we will celebrate our 41st wedding anniversary, but we met and fell in love when I was 15 and he was 16.
There is just one thing about him though, once a year, he leaves me for another love. Physically he leaves for about a week, mentally he leaves a few weeks before when the "season" rolls around. I used to fight it when the kids were young because I needed him to listen to what I was saying now and then, but as I have aged, I accept it because I am happy that he is getting to do something that he truely loves almost as much as he loves me. (it better be ALMOST).
I married a HUNTER. Now I know there are those out there who think killing Bambi is just terrible but, that is who he is. I am the daughter of a hunter and there were times when I was growing up that the venison my dad brought home provided the meat we would not have other wise had that winter. We have the elk or deer that my husband and son kill, professionally processed and we eat and enjoy every ounce. My husband does not kill what we can not eat.
So, after three long weeks of preperation, he and my son left for a week in Colorado to elk and deer hunt. I made sure they had homemade stew and chili (both made with last years elk meat) and a double batch of homemade cookies. Add that to enough canned food to keep them fed for a month and lots of warm clothes.
My plans...........catch up on some sleep, try and find the floor in the sewing room and a long, slow stroll through the mall, shopping as I go. Hope to have time to get some Christmas projects going and work on a quilt. I think I might enjoy being home alone, at least the first couple of days!
He will miss me and when he comes home, he will be with me again, at least until this time next year. About this time 41 years ago, he came home on leave from the AF with two purposes in mind. One was to marry me, the other was to go hunting. There has been a lot of discussion over the years as to which was the MAIN reason he came home. He pleads innocent every time!! His brother made us a plaque that says, "We Interrupt this Marriage for the Hunting Season". That about sums it up.
Good luck and keep safe, my love!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Home Alone!
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4 comments:
Lovely, funny and totally understandable post, Norma. I grew up in Alaska, we only ate fish from my commercial fisherman uncles and....venison. Then I had 3 vegetarian children. Oh my. The husband gave up hunting for years. Then they moved out...and you guessed it...now, I'm a hunter's widow, too. Only this year, 3 days before hunting season, he fell off a ladder, hurt his back and well...no hunting this year! Guess he's gonna have to learn how to fish, again until his back heals or the next hunting season rolls around ;)And...I forgot to add, two of the three kids will now eat wild venison and fish!
Great post!
Will be sending good thoughts up your way!
My husband was a dedicated sportsman - hunter and fisherman. For him, it lasted year around. My comment got way too long so I cut it and will blog my more on my site. :)
I too live through this as a child watching my Dad! We grew up in western Colorado, and off hunting he would go, and not to be seen for 2 weeks. Then the clean up afterward!!
julieQ
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