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What women do to hunt....
Ya know...I got to thinkin...and I dont know if it's this way with Ice & Val er not...but for me...attemptin to do what I love the most is a big, fat pain in the ***.
First thing, I have younguns. My daughter is 3 which requires a babysitter. Think about it like this....nobody wants to watch a kid from 4am-8pm. The 4am and the 8pm thing really screws even a half day hunt up. Nobody wants to watch yer kid on Saturdays either. (Caint hunt Sundays, not that it would matter) Of course there is the W word which always throws a kink in yer plow line. Then if you can defeat all that...us ladies have other responsibilities to attend to. What about supper? The dishes? The clothes that need warshin? Oh, and the best...when yer kid calls ya from school and ya need to go pick em up early. What would happen if hubby caint find the checkbook? Cell phones....it is required by hubby to take with me just in case. It is also required that I get 15 calls with such questions like...."mama can I have 2 dollars to take to the book fair tomorrow?" Well, I have learned the hard way...if I do get a babysitter...I try to prepare for the big day...git my gear ready, dogs ready, and then...make sure all the clothes are warshed, cook a roast to reheat, leave my pocketbook on the kitchen table (cash included) and all that happy jazz. Just to hunt fer one day...and most times it's a half day. Me and hubby worked out Saturdays perty good...I hunt the mornins, he hunts the evenins. But..when I come home around lunch...the house looks like a tornado went through it, kids got more food on them then in their tummies and I spend the rest of the day workin my butt off cleanin it all up again. This year however...I have vowed that things will be different. In a nutshell....the hubby, kids, house, dogs and the Jehovahs witness knockin on my door can all kiss it cause I'm huntin. ![]() ![]()
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