Monday, November 03, 2008

Tis the Season to Hunt Again

In September there was dove hunting season. I know the exact moment that this season comes in because it is accompanied by the banging and booming of the shotguns going off at daylight in my back yard.

In October squirrel hunting season came in. The man who can't carry the trash out because it's raining, will wander and wade all day in the woods, in the mud, shooting at squirrels. Guess who has a pile of dripping clothes to wash after he gets home?

Now quail season is open. The man is a serious quail hunter. He has 3 dogs, all pointers, he has the training collar, the ATV, the vest with many pockets, he even has a gps thingy so he won't get lost. However, he's forgotten how to use it since the last time he used it which was last Fall.

Daniel Boone, he's not.

You'd think because the Man loves to hunt that he'd always be able to put his hands on everything he needs to hunt, wouldn't you?

It ain't happening.

It takes him at least a couple of hours of searching before he's finally ready to leave, by which time, I'm ready to take up hunting myself, and not for some sweet little furry or feathered creature. He puts things "up" and then forgets where he puts them. It makes perfect sense to me for him to put all of the things he needs for hunting in one place, but apparently this is not how he does things. He has this idea that someone is moving his stuff from where he KNOWs he's put it, just so they'll have to listen to him bitching and griping about not being able to find it.

In my defense, I'd never do that. Why would I delay the feelings of perfect peace that I have when he's finally out the door and on his way to the woods? In their defense, the kids would never do that either. They wouldn't want to see their Nanaw biting bullets because their PopPop was still climbing atop the chairs to look atop every cabinet and into every nook and cranny, leaving a trail of stuff in his wake.

We need a room, in another building, far away from the house, to put his hunting gear. Maybe with a cot, a TV, and a remote.

15 comments:

cassie-b said...

We have a hawk who "hunts" for doves every day in our yard. And he's successful some of the time.

Cas
Do people eat doves?

Cindra said...

Don't forget a toilet.
LOL... too funny! And true!

Jeanette said...

Oh my! That sound like how my husband used to be until he finally realized that if he just kept everything in his huge hunting bag that he would be searching no more! He's leaving next Thursday for deer hunting and I am looking forward to the house to myself for a few days!

Donna said...

Hubby use to deer hunt...same thing here...I miss those weekends of peace!!hahaa...hughugs

Donna said...

The man-cave also needs a refrigerator and microwave, with lots of paper plates and disposal tableware. Just thinking...

Joan said...

At lunch today alone, he asked where two different items were. I shouldn't talk, I finally found my remote for my radio in the crisper.

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Kellan said...

You crack me up! We had opening of deer season here this past weekend and I know what you mean - HA!

Have a good week, Brenda - Kellan

Brandie said...

Ah..the men in our lives :) Yes, our music seems to be the same :) and I love your pictures..I love the fact you captured the essence of life and I got to see it :)

Loretta said...

Every year its the same! I love those 4 a.m....I know you put ???? somewhere, I had it right here!!

PEA said...

LOL typical man! Build him a little lshed just for his hunting stuff and then see who he blames if it ain't in there come next season! lol xoxo

Sharon Ellery said...

LOL... I'm sure men "lose" things just to drive us crazy. That room (shed) sounds great!! Ahh. Peace :-)

Sharon

Louise said...

Your punchline was my comment! When I read about the other building, I was going to say with a bedroom, etc., but your "remote" was better!

Do you have to clean the things he brings back?

Sally said...

hahaha I knew this would be coming sooner than later. :)

joan said...

Too funny. Tell him he can come up here to hunt for deer. I've seen lots of them around here lately. They don't seem afraid of humans either.