Well friends, it is THAT time of year, AGAIN. Shopping bags filled with all things camo, trips to the woods to clean out stands, plastic jugs saved to be filled with corn, crazy talk of "the BIG one."
It is hunting season.
My mom came from a hunting family. I remember watching my Grandpa, Uncle and cousin get all decked out in their hunting garb and then come home with a turkey or deer prize. But my daddy wasn't into the sport. He was more of a fisherman, so being in a house of all girls and my dad, I only saw hunting season for what it was, on the holidays.
Until I met my man.
I knew when I married him that he was a hunter. I knew that he came from a long line of hunters. I knew they had their own deer camp and that staying out at the camp with the menfolk was a big deal.
I just never knew WHAT A BIG DEAL it was until we moved back to south Arkansas, close to the family and the deer camp. I never knew HOW BIG A DEAL it would become, once my son got bit by the hunting bug that has plagued generations of this family.
I just never knew...
But it is again that season. I just spent gobs of money on the sport, since my son has managed to keep growing, like boys his age should, and can't fit into anything. My hubby already has dates I have to work our schedules around, when he and Jordan will be hunting with friends and family. It has become apparent that there will not be a conversation in the next month that does not have the words "doe, "buck" or "point" in it. And I once again have to be EXCITED over the trophies they bring in. (Don't get me wrong, I am not against hunting, as long as the meat is eaten, and it is with our family, I just don't enjoy seeing it all. I can be a girly girl sometimes.)
So, for the next month I will need to prepare myself for the life of a widow. I will be son less too. Hmm... Whatever will Kayla and I do?
I bet if we put our heads together we can think of something. :) Maybe hunting season isn't half bad after all.
Have a blessed day!