What Happens At Hunting Camp STAYS At Hunting Camp

         All women possess a little E.S.P. (Extra Sensory Perception) especially when their husbands are like MINE and I know him, oh so well. Then you add into the mix his little protégé aka our youngest daughter-Lord have mercy!  Let me elaborate by telling you how ONE evening of stalking turned out.  Awww, Daddy and daughter bonding time is so special.  However, when these two spend time together, all I can emphasize is that I MUST purchase extra insurance…heehehee. 
        Upon arrival to the house from the evening’s stalk, our little girl opens the passenger truck door with tears in her eyes benevolently promising me that her Daddy’s actions were truly an accident by rectifying, “Don’t be mad Mommy.  Daddy didn’t mean to break the back window of the truck with his 4-wheeler.  He will get it fixed.  He promises!”  Poor kid! 
         Apparently, I am WAY more powerful than I know because I heard she was more concerned for her Daddy’s safety than the broken window which had allowed cold air to freely flow into the cab during the ride home.  I was told her reaction to the window getting broken, which happened while loading the 4-wheeler into the back of the truck, instantly caused her to scream with anguish, “OOOOOOOOHHHH, Daddy, Mommy is gonna kill you!”  I will admit I was a little upset.  Though, after taking a few minutes to calm down in addition to the reassurance our youngest gave for keeping her Daddy safe, I began to see a positive side of the situation:  I wouldn’t be the one freezing while driving to work the next morning!  
         I am betting that if his company during that inevitable stalking trip were different, say his company was another hunting buddy named Barney, who is allowed to stay out much later than our girls during school weeknights.  The broken window story would have more elaborated events then leading up to the climax of the story with hopes of attempting to distract me: 

                     “Barney spotted a pile of elk turds so he sniffed them to determine how
                     fresh the pile was; Jimmie noticed a large herd of elk while peering
                     through his scope.  Because Jimmie was concentrating so hard at the herd,
                     Barney decided to skid a stick across the rocks towards Jimmie to break
                     his focus.  The sound of the stick skidding across the rocks replicated that
                     of a rattle snake about to strike.  Jimmie’s priceless reactions made
                    Barney, laugh hysterically, quietly of course.”

Now, because I have a twisted sense-of-humor, a visual begins to develop in my head of two grown men…dressed in camo attire….in the woods…playing jokes on each other while maintaining quietness, causing them to…breath heavily from holding back any sounds of laughter so they can successfully stalk their prey-is this a horn porn scenario or what!
         I also picture their conversation prior to returning to the house after the truck window breaking to follow a similar version of:

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                                             Barney:  You're afraid to tell her what happened, aren't you?

                                             Jimmie:  [skids the car to an abrupt halt] Afraid?  Now let's get this

                                             straight, Rubble, I don't need permission from my wife to make a

                                             decision.  In my cave, I reign supreme, *supreme*.

                                             Barney:  I won't tell her, Jim.

                                             Jimmie: [relieved] Thanks, Pal.

Oh, yes, in my head, I can develop one-hell of a funny illustration of events that took place!  Plus, I find it difficult to fret over something as benign as our truck possessing a broken window when Jimmie and Barney return home with a successful hunt.   

Jimmie's catch:  SAWEET! 

Besides, knowing my husband like I do, it is better to have what happens at Hunting Camp STAY at Hunting Camp whether it is one day or many weeks spent with our girls and/or Barney, and leave my twisted humor to develop its own conclusions of the events that occurred.  Thank God for blogging!