Taking my wife tomorrow to go hunting. This is one of those really tough situations where as a married couple I love spending time doing just about anything with her until......................she starts making suggestions that aren’t even possible even if McGyver and 007 were with us, or our hunting turns into “wouldn’t a big load of those huge rocks look good by that one flower bed and look at all that old drift wood. Let’s take a load to the house”. She can be the toughest, strongest, beer drinking 2nd grade teacher in the woods until she either sees crows or hears frogs croaking and it’s game over. Both are some kind of phobia from some B movie she watched in junior high. Not worried a bit about her shooting or gutting a deer, she’s got that part down. If for some reason you don’t hear from me on this site for a week or so Dennis has my cell # and contact the authorities because I probably said the wrong thing and I’m buried under big rocks and drift wood. Wish me luck.
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