I took the day off to hunt today. (actually I worked from home for most of the day-but you get the idea) To start the morning off, I overslept. We lost power sometime last night , the next thing I knew it was 6:00am- so scratch the morning hunt.
So it's pretty windy out and I've decided it's not going to be a great hunting day anyways. So at 2:15 I leave the house and drive to the woods.
I change, and I'm in my stand at 3:05. I'm nice and comfy, temp is perfect, and I'm thinking that this is why I enjoy hunting. The peace and quiet, just me and nature.
3:30 and a kid goes by on his quad. no biggie, maybe he'll kick something up 3:40 and there's now 4 kids less than 100 yards away on quads. They don't seem to be leaving so i decide to move.
By 4:00 I'm in a new spot. No stand, just leaning on a rock good trails, nice signs, but no deer.
5:00 I leave the woods and walk back to my car. What's waiting for me when i get there?
Mass State Police- no biggie, he's a hunter, saw my car and wanted to see if I was dragging anything out of the woods.
I get home, open the garage and open the safe to put the 870 away for a few days.
Here's where it gets BAD !!
My wife comes home and sees the safe open. Conversation goes something like this.
her: HOLY SHIT!! where did all the guns come from?
me: huh?
her: last time I was in the safe, I could see walls
me: walls?
her: What the hell do you need all of those for? I bet you haven't even shot all of them
me: need?
her: you know the kids are going to goto college some day, you're spending their education money on guns and ammo.
me: I thought you just said that I don't shoot them, so am I REALLY spending money on ammo?
her: 2 kids; college- smarten up
me: maybe they'll be plumbers (no offense meant to the plumbers here)
her:a**h***
so it's been 4 hours, she's not talking to me, I had cereal for dinner, and I have a problem. . .
my buddy is looking to sell his bushmaster, and my safe is full
So it's pretty windy out and I've decided it's not going to be a great hunting day anyways. So at 2:15 I leave the house and drive to the woods.
I change, and I'm in my stand at 3:05. I'm nice and comfy, temp is perfect, and I'm thinking that this is why I enjoy hunting. The peace and quiet, just me and nature.
3:30 and a kid goes by on his quad. no biggie, maybe he'll kick something up 3:40 and there's now 4 kids less than 100 yards away on quads. They don't seem to be leaving so i decide to move.
By 4:00 I'm in a new spot. No stand, just leaning on a rock good trails, nice signs, but no deer.
5:00 I leave the woods and walk back to my car. What's waiting for me when i get there?
Mass State Police- no biggie, he's a hunter, saw my car and wanted to see if I was dragging anything out of the woods.
I get home, open the garage and open the safe to put the 870 away for a few days.
Here's where it gets BAD !!
My wife comes home and sees the safe open. Conversation goes something like this.
her: HOLY SHIT!! where did all the guns come from?
me: huh?
her: last time I was in the safe, I could see walls
me: walls?
her: What the hell do you need all of those for? I bet you haven't even shot all of them
me: need?
her: you know the kids are going to goto college some day, you're spending their education money on guns and ammo.
me: I thought you just said that I don't shoot them, so am I REALLY spending money on ammo?
her: 2 kids; college- smarten up
me: maybe they'll be plumbers (no offense meant to the plumbers here)
her:a**h***
so it's been 4 hours, she's not talking to me, I had cereal for dinner, and I have a problem. . .
my buddy is looking to sell his bushmaster, and my safe is full
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