Thursday, October 25, 2012


Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly,
made my lunch, grabbed my shotgun and the dog, slipped quietly into the
garage to load the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing
50 mph! I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and
discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.

So I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into
bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different
anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." She
sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hunting in
that crap?"

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