Again, it was one of my husband's friends who had been working on him for some time, trying to persuade him that they needed to go hunting. This particular friend has a new smoker and was really interested in getting some meat. Finally, he wore my husband down.
I admit to being irritated when he told me he was going hunting that Saturday. We had a swim meet in a city 2 hrs away and I had been hoping to leave a couple of the little kids with him. And it never crossed my mind that he would actually get anything.
I came home to this...
|I think he was on a bit of a hunter's high or maybe he went deer crazy.|
So my husband goes over to his friend's house, or garage actually, and they have what was evidently a meat butchering party.
|What happened to my indoorsy, book-loving husband?|
|Why is the song "Deliverance" ringing in my ears?|
It gets better, or worse. To be continued...