I have a funny story to share. Hope my sister huntress' will appreciate it.
My daddy passed in June (Not from Covid) we were very close and to be honest my mind has been very dark since. I can't seem to escape the sadness. Although, normally I am very happy. (Not the funny part)
My husband is a quadriplegic. He lives in a wheelchair so we have someone who comes 3 days a week to go with us hunting. He sits with hubby and hubby uses adaptive hunting gear and I have a condo with indoor plumbing lol! Its a super win win situation... (still not the funny part)
Tim, my husband rides with Kenny our guide and bestie in our handicap van and I ride in my truck. To our farm, a little over an hour away....
This weekend I was super sad, the worst since June.... I cried alot, Tim noticed but let me have my space ...
On the way home today, he and Kenny had a conversation about me being so down...
(We have a small 6 acre piece of land where we are the only food source for miles and its like shooting fish in a barrel, there are 10/15 deer there everyday just about all day long.. you can't hunt there and NOT see something....)
Conversation in the Van:
Tim: hey Kenny, when you come back this week, let's take Julia to the Hastings House so she can kill a deer....
Kenny: thats a great idea, that will certainly bring her out of her funk...
Tim (at home afterwards): Babe, I've been thinking...when Kenny comes back next week, we are gonna take you to Hastings so you can kill something, I think that will make you feel better...
Me: awwwwe honey, thats so sweet, I would love that....
20 minutes later:
💡 comes on in my head
Did my husband just call me a psycho??? 😆 Did he just tell me he thought if I killed something I would cheer up? And did I respond with "thats so sweet?"
The conversations that hunters have sometimes... lol!!!!
I dont know if killing a deer will make me happy, but this conversation has certainly made me laugh for hours....