270.Rose
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"We interrupt this marriage to bring you Hunting Season." My cousin, who knows we like to hunt, sent me this meme a few weeks ago.
Well, not this marriage. Our 'quality time together' is packs and lace up boots and tags in pocket. Our early 10th anniversary celebration was an exhausting and ultimately empty-handed elk hunt. On to a birthday celebration of a Wyoming pronghorn hunt.
If elk hunting is the crucible that tests the bonds of your marriage and proves you must be best friends because you can come out of an eight mile hike through cactus and still be holding hands, then antelope hunting is the fun day at the fair, complete with snacks, rides, and even the occasional troop of clowns. Too many clowns for me to be totally comfortable and relaxed roaming around out there!
It's late in the morning by the time we arrive at our favorite hunting spot, and we're already seeing pickups with happy, tagged-out hunters. We're also seeing antelope. Plenty of nice, fat, healthy antelope. The sun is shining. The temperature is a comfortable 72 degrees. It's a perfect day.
It doesn't take long to spot a good possibility. A larger buck with several does and a smaller buck, at a comfortable 342 yards. We discuss him for a bit and decide to pull the truck over the hill and make a stalk.
When we crest the hill, the game warden is parked there inspecting two trucks full of successful hunters. Well, there's no way in the world that I intend to do any kind of stalking or shooting with the game warden and two truckloads of fellow hunters looking over my shoulder!
Well, not this marriage. Our 'quality time together' is packs and lace up boots and tags in pocket. Our early 10th anniversary celebration was an exhausting and ultimately empty-handed elk hunt. On to a birthday celebration of a Wyoming pronghorn hunt.
If elk hunting is the crucible that tests the bonds of your marriage and proves you must be best friends because you can come out of an eight mile hike through cactus and still be holding hands, then antelope hunting is the fun day at the fair, complete with snacks, rides, and even the occasional troop of clowns. Too many clowns for me to be totally comfortable and relaxed roaming around out there!
It's late in the morning by the time we arrive at our favorite hunting spot, and we're already seeing pickups with happy, tagged-out hunters. We're also seeing antelope. Plenty of nice, fat, healthy antelope. The sun is shining. The temperature is a comfortable 72 degrees. It's a perfect day.
It doesn't take long to spot a good possibility. A larger buck with several does and a smaller buck, at a comfortable 342 yards. We discuss him for a bit and decide to pull the truck over the hill and make a stalk.
When we crest the hill, the game warden is parked there inspecting two trucks full of successful hunters. Well, there's no way in the world that I intend to do any kind of stalking or shooting with the game warden and two truckloads of fellow hunters looking over my shoulder!