This whole duck hunting thing... It's complex in nature. I've never really understood it all. I would never have conceded if my Hubby hadn't finally admitted face paint is not mandatory. Gear for starters... More gear is required than I ever knew even existed (no wonder the Cabela's bill is what it is each month). First, you have waders so you can slither through the icy water to put out bags upon bags of decoys. One must always remember what goes out must come back in. Second, you can't forget you're four legged friends camo (apparently ALWAYS Advantage Camouflage) so she doesn't sink (or catch a chill). Finally, multiply all of that by two in case your spouse decides to (gets talked into) tag along. The next part is the worst... You gotta, "think like a gopher," and get up at the butt crack of dawn in the most inclement of conditions. No doubt, I would rather stay nuzzled in here. After all is said and done it's a game of calling (try the, "lonesome hen," it goes, "digga, digga, dooga, dooga) and waiting, and waiting and waiting. Or film a video so you will
NEVER be invited back again...
5 comments:
what do you mean talked into it??? you asked me if you could come along. "dont kid yourself"!! (NJ)
jv
You are a brave one! He must not have the same rule as my husband - you have to clean what you kill - gross. I won't kill it and I won't eat it either. I'll happily shoot stuff though!
OMG! Aaron got back into town JUST IN TIME! Don't worry Honey, we'll hit the shops as soon as possible to get that hunt stink off you!
hoody doody
I'd say you looked good out there, but I couldn't find you. Let's just say "been there, done that." Now if I would've thought of the video thing my reign as the hunting princess may have ended a lot sooner.
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