The Hunter and his date.

Yesterday afternoon I found myself clothed head to toe in camouflage clothing.

This was no easy feat, getting this gear on. By the time I was done donning on all the garb, I was a sweaty mess. To top is off I pulled a bright orange stocking cap over my hair.

Yup, I looked like a real "honey".

Where was I headed looking like a "Rambo" want-a-be?

I was going on a date with my husband!

Curt hunts. I don't. I want to learn the craft of hunting.

Why?

Because I want to spend time with my Man!

I enjoy being around him and immersing myself in parts of his world.

So Sunday evening, we headed out to hunt. Well, He hunted, I was the scout. You know, the look-out who "watches" for signs of deer. It is a important job, I tell you....

What a adventure, that is, the actual adventure started AFTER I got up in the truck. With all the layers of clothing on, and huge hunting boots AND backpack AND take along seat cushion...I could not lift my leg high enough up to get in the truck...I looked like a real winner....hoisting and pulling with my arms and Curt yanking from the drivers side to get me in...ya, it was funny...and poor Curt was probably thinking, "WHAT have I gotten myself into???"

I had a blast....sitting among the weeds, watching for deer...I was so hidden and camouflaged...I could not even find ME!!

This ranks up there in the funnest date category....me, my man and the outdoors!

Those who know me from the past know this is HUGE. I was a high maintenance, do not get me dirty, type of girl...

I am hooked.....looks like another "hunting date" is in the works for this week.


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