“That’s a good shirt for you to go hunting in.”
These were the words that left H’s mouth as we perused clothing at Sam’s one day before Christmas.
Hmm. Is he talking to me? I had a blank look on my face that he didn’t notice. Sure. Because I go hunting so much – as in NEVER!
I did go out turkey hunting one year because he and Andrew thought I needed to hear the turkeys gobble. If I remember correctly, I dozed through that.
Earlier this deer hunting season H mentioned I needed to get a hunting license and go hunting with him. He would get a gun ready for me.
- I have better things to do than sit in a tree at 5:30 am.
- He uses a climbing tree stand. I don’t believe I can conquer that technique.
- If by some miracle, I did happen to make it up that tree at 5:30 am, holding a gun, I don’t believe I would point it at a deer and shoot it.
Sometimes I just let him talk, shake my head, and walk away. I don’t think he notices. I do believe, though he will never admit it, he enjoys sitting in a tree watching the wildlife go by and filming it to show me later.
You still won’t see me sitting in a tree at 5:30 am to observe the wildlife. His videos will suffice.