As I have said before I thought Word press was global.
Having the material relate to current changes in time, place etc are important but it is not Autumn everywhere in the word.
The other hemisphere is currently moving into Spring.
Now what I really love about fall is the look on my husband’s face when it starts to get colder and the strange fever he develops that I will probably never understand. It is time to get the hell out of Dodge and get to deer camp.
I have to tell you that I am not sure I will ever understand “Buck Fever”, that thing that my husband gets every year about the time he hears the first dove up on the power lines in front of the house.
I really do love the country, exploring to see what new and exciting finds left behind by the Native Americans, dinosaurs, or anything else that previous inhabitants might have long forgotten. My favorite part is the time I spend watching “I mean hunting” for the animals that often pass through our property to feed or roost or just get a drink.
I get out with the best of them all decked out in camouflage up before the crack of dawn to find a good spot and leave time for the woods to settle. Falling asleep while waiting for those woods to settle is a given. The wonderful part is when I wake I am at times surrounded by all different types of wildlife.
One morning it was turkey that were so close I could have reached out and grabbed their beards, I couldn’t get a shot off because I had a rifle and just to move to aim it would have scared them off. IT was an amazing sight and I could hardly stand having to get up from the spot and startle them in fear of them not returning. I was taught to distract them somehow so I wouldn’t be the one scaring them, so I did. Then excited at what I had witnessed ran off to my conference call.
On a warm afternoon before deer season I was sitting in a lawn chair with a shotgun in my lap, usually that is just so I look like a hunter, fell asleep. When I woke up I had a dozen or so deer right in front of me not 10 feet away was a big buck. I had a hat and sunglasses on and didn’t move so I was able to watch them from close up. They are so graceful barely bending a blade of grass in search of food.
I can’t wait till I get to get back to the country and watch the locals (animals), I guess that is my buck fever.
When I find myself over stressed for whatever reason, not enough time, not enough money, not enough patience. It is time to take a trip to the country, which is what we call our ranch in central Texas. I love to spend my days walking for hours at a time searching for treasures from the past that could be anything from a one hundred year old penny to a million years old fossil. I find sea glass and coral, different pieces of old tools and things made out of Iron.
We are hunters but kind to the land. My favorite season is everything else season or critter season, when we chase jack rabbits at sundown or possums at daylight.
This is my place where there is no artificial noise drowning out the sounds and no florescent light distracting from the spectacular performance the country puts on every night.
At times I wonder if my tunnel is being used for other purposes as I understand that is a preferred means of travel of the immigrants coming from our Southern border. Who knows?
My hubby the hunter one day while we were shopping online for camo told me an interesting piece of information when it came to a silhouette.
You see I wanted pink camo and I was sure that he would be against it being the, don’t mess with the country kind of guy he is. To my surprise he let me get camo in pink.
He said “I would love to see you in pink camo, besides camo is not meant to hide you in the bushes if is to mask your silhouette”. I love using that line especially to male hunters that figure girls shouldn’t be at deer camp.
This is a photo and Photoshop example of the silhouette and camo difference.
Before I married my new husband almost 4 years ago we had a discussion quite often about the ring. Ladies, I am sure you know what I am talking about. I told him the ring didn’t matter to me, that I didn’t need him to take care of me only to love me.
His response was “My wife is not going to have a cheesy ring”
Every time the conversation came up I tried to convinced him that the ring was not the foundation of our future but he continued to insist.
One day I had a little extra spirit in me and attempted again to get through to him. He being a die hard hunter has quite an array of firearms and special ammunition and accessories for each of them. One day he was particularly upset because they stopped making the bullet that one of his guns took. He proceeded to go to the store and buy every type on bullet on the market. I asked him why he didn’t just buy the most expensive one? “Shouldn’t it be the best?” I asked. He told me that it didn’t matter how much they cost but how much the gun liked them. Then it hit me.
I brought the conversation of the ring back up and after saying the same thing and getting the same response. I told him that it didn’t matter how much it cost as long as the gun liked the ring. He looked puzzled for a few moments. We eloped less than a week later.