A Daddy’s Twinkling Eye

In my profession, I visit remote locations around Wyoming.  Often times, I can piss people off just by saying I am the Hunter’s Wife and I represent my employer; my purpose of my visit; and as a bonus I provide each company a “free” target (aka business card) for their dart-board.   However, sometimes, I meet some rather enjoyable people too.  For instance, after an intense meeting discussing corrective actions to be made by a company to demonstrate compliance, I observed the representative wearing an elk-tooth ring.  Therefore, once our work business was concluded, I asked him how big the elk was he harvested.  At first, he was shocked by my question.  So, I pointed to the ring on his right hand.  A huge grin formed on his face as he told me that his wife gave it to him for their 25^th Anniversary.  Then, he proceeded to inform me that he did not have a lucky season but his 16-year-old daughter did. 

As the gentleman was showing me a picture of his daughter’s magnificent harvest and telling their hunting story, I was captivated by the familiar twinkle in his eyes as it is one I have observed in my husband’s eyes whenever he shares stories and pictures of our daughters’ hunts.  The twinkle also sparked a story my husband told from this fall’s bow-hunting season about his and our oldest daughter’s hunting adventure. 

It all started when my husband purchased one trail camera, which turned rapidly into three.  We took many weekend-hiking trips prior to start of  bow season to place the cameras around the area our oldest daughter drew.    I’d like to report that Taylor Swift music did not occupy my thoughts as my husband was showing me on a map where he and our oldest would be stalking, I mean hunting.  The hiking area was, however, a very busy place with many shiny rocks, pretty flowers, and an occupied hornet’s nest-all items which made this ADD, nature’s clepto-E-X-C-I-T-E-D!

It is for this reason that I have concluded that there is an apparent difference in what mine and my husband’s theories are for the purpose of a backpack.  He believes it is necessary to carry a backpack for “necessary” items such as water, snacks, some other survival gear, and batteries for the trail cameras; while my view is a few extra pounds on my back, which at first was full of “necessary” items, may have been left somewhere in the mountains in order to fit a very beautiful white-granite rock in its place.  It would look marvelous in my flower garden at home.   Besides, he had “necessary” goodies his backpack too.  We could share!

So, after placing the cameras in various locations, we gathered some amazing pictures:

A bear butt-haahaahaa

 

   

The one that was being stalked during bow season

One of many that made the Hunter's Wife shriek with excitement!!!

AND another shriek from the Hunter's Wife

This one is obviously too sexy for his antlers!

Though, the bow season did not produce a harvest for our daughter, it did provide an exciting opportunity for her and Jimmie who both found themselves in the middle of an elk herd; observing elk less than 5 yards away; chirping cows; and also watching other elk playing in the meadow together.   SAWEET!

Our oldest making hunting look good

The purchase of the cameras also allowed Jimmie to create a “little” 12-year-old hunting-monster also known as our youngest daughter, who during her first year of white-tail hunting out-hunted both her Daddy and her big sister!    

Jimmie's harvest

Our oldest daughter's harvest

Oh yea-the 12-year old showing off....

 

 and again, she ROCKED it!!

Jimmie, our youngest, our oldest, and Soda deciding which one to lick first!

It is quite enjoyable to hear our girls say, “I can’t WAIT to go hunting with Daddy!”  I just hope they add the same enthusiasm when I out hunt them all in 2014!

 

Wishing all my blog readers a Prosperous, a Healthy, and a Happy New Year!