Why I dreaded hunting this year …

"Have you ever taken your other half hunting?"  The Hunter’s Wife question really struck home with me this year.  My hunter has been taking me pheasant hunting every year for the past five years and I’ve always enjoyed it.  But this year I wasn’t just not looking forward to it, I was actually kind of dreading it.  First I told myself it was because we had to find a babysitter and I hate finding a babysitter at home much less from 800 miles away.  Then I told myself it was because our parents weren’t going.  Then I told myself it was because last year I was two months post-partum and didn’t get the easy paths.  (Note to hunters: Frank always makes sure I get the easy walking and I love him for it, especially at the end of the day when I’d rather be drinking a beer.  Note to non-hunters: pheasant hunting is hard work.)  Then I just gave up reasoning and decided I’d go because Frank was looking forward to it.  But yesterday, when a rooster pheasant flew up in front of me and I shot at it once (and missed) and twice (and missed) and then grinned and shouted "my gun works!"  I had actually shot twice in a row!  I realized why I’d really been dreading hunting this year.  Last year my gun jammed every time I shot it.  It was disappointing – it was my grandfather’s gun and I really wanted to use it.  It was embarrassing –  I missed at least 20 birds.  It was frustrating – it worked fine for Frank.  I was disappointed, embarrassed and frustrated and I took it out on Frank – who took all my yelling like a trooper and even tried trading guns with me.  Unknown to me, he researched the problem, figured it out, "fixed" my gun and now I’m a happy hunter again!

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