Cue overly dramatic title. Anyone else with a husband who hunts? Just a few things my fellow hunting widows will understand. You know your husband hunts when:
All your husband's vacation time is taken in October-November.
Extra money is spent on boots, bow strings, a second or third bow, etc.
The worst thing you could possibly do is wash his hunting clothes in anything scented.
He comes home and gets naked... to ask you if you see any ticks on him.
His idea of a fun date is scouting hunting spots together.
The webpages he leaves open are ebay deals for hunting gear, and google maps over his hunting spots.
He shows off pictures of his mounts instead of his baby.
You could recommend a bow, arrow, and broadhead to a stranger even though you've never bought any yourself.
You zone out on the phone because he started with "I saw this deer today"
Driving around town is driving around the state park at dusk with binoculars.
His days off are spent hanging stands and surfing the net for more hunting gear he doesn't need.
He wants to buy you a bow every time a special occasion comes up... so he can shoot it too.
You become a single woman once hunting season starts.
He plans ahead of time what hunting gear will be bought with your next tax return.
He sells his video game consoles to buy more hunting stuff.
He doesn't want his kids to get into hunting, because then he'll have to share his hunting spots.
Everyone buys your kid(s) camo and hunting related clothes, and asks when they'll start hunting like daddy.
His favorite thing about his friends is they can share conversations about deer.
He complains to you when his friends over estimate a deer's size.
He thinks the best time is checking the SD cards from his trail cameras, and could spend hours looking through the pics.
Dead animals decorate your home when you swore they never would.
You try every recipe known to man to make deer taste good, since your freezer gets full of it. Deer steaks, deer tacos, deer chili, deer crockpot roast, and on and on.
I'm sure there are more, but that's off the top of my head! Ah well. I love my hunter!
All your husband's vacation time is taken in October-November.
Extra money is spent on boots, bow strings, a second or third bow, etc.
The worst thing you could possibly do is wash his hunting clothes in anything scented.
He comes home and gets naked... to ask you if you see any ticks on him.
His idea of a fun date is scouting hunting spots together.
The webpages he leaves open are ebay deals for hunting gear, and google maps over his hunting spots.
He shows off pictures of his mounts instead of his baby.
You could recommend a bow, arrow, and broadhead to a stranger even though you've never bought any yourself.
You zone out on the phone because he started with "I saw this deer today"
Driving around town is driving around the state park at dusk with binoculars.
His days off are spent hanging stands and surfing the net for more hunting gear he doesn't need.
He wants to buy you a bow every time a special occasion comes up... so he can shoot it too.
You become a single woman once hunting season starts.
He plans ahead of time what hunting gear will be bought with your next tax return.
He sells his video game consoles to buy more hunting stuff.
He doesn't want his kids to get into hunting, because then he'll have to share his hunting spots.
Everyone buys your kid(s) camo and hunting related clothes, and asks when they'll start hunting like daddy.
His favorite thing about his friends is they can share conversations about deer.
He complains to you when his friends over estimate a deer's size.
He thinks the best time is checking the SD cards from his trail cameras, and could spend hours looking through the pics.
Dead animals decorate your home when you swore they never would.
You try every recipe known to man to make deer taste good, since your freezer gets full of it. Deer steaks, deer tacos, deer chili, deer crockpot roast, and on and on.
I'm sure there are more, but that's off the top of my head! Ah well. I love my hunter!