If you’d told me 12 years ago that I’d look forward to the opening of gun season, I would have laughed at you.
Marrying into Hubs’ family ensured that I now LOOK FORWARD to the debut of camo.
For Hubs, it’s a time to commune with nature. When, that is, he’s not out there offing a buck.
For me, it’s a time to socialize.
You see, Hubs’ family hails from an area especially devoted to deer hunting — so much so, there is an annual festival on the weekend that gun season opens.
And I love it.
I love wandering from house to house, sampling scrumptious potluck spreads and catching up on all the family news. I love the bonfires. I love watching my kids play in this vast playground steeped in family tradition.
I love the parade, which, as tradition dictates, always starts late. I love dropping by the old general store owned by Hubs’ family for generations. I love the afternoon talent show, attended by proud parents in blood-stained camo.
So yeah. I got sucked in long ago. Even though I don’t frequent a deer stand.
Happy hunting, everyone!