A huntin’ he will go, he will march thru the snow…well, at least he will try to!
I’m referring to my hubby, Dan. Ya know there is a lot of snow when one has to put on snowshoes to go hunting!
He came back from our woods last night, pretty much plumb tuckered out…but there is a lot of snow out there to wade through!
This morning, in true hunting fashion, he donned all his garb, grabbed his snowshoes, a big walking staff and slung his rifle over his shoulder and out the door he went. If he’d have been able to find a hunter orange buffalo robe, I think he would have been more mobile. At 19° and windy, he did not want to get all the way out there to become cold. I’m sure just the walk “out there” is going to make him feel like he’s sitting on an old, wood cook stove.
About 5 minutes after he left, he was back. All I could think of is when ya get the kids all bundled up to go out and play in the snow and as soon as that last mitten is on, the kid says “I gotta go potty”. But that wasn’t why he was back so soon. He hadn’t even gotten out of our yard! Dan had tried to get his snowshoes on and couldn’t get them fastened properly over his boots so he had to come back INSIDE so he would see what he was doing and set down to do it.
Finally, he had the straps adjusted and was going to attempt to get out of the door with the snowshoes on. I was attempting to help him with this undertaking but he was too close to the door so had to back up. By the time he’d circled the door once more and was all lined up to head out, the big balls of snow that had been packed on the snowshoes was coming off in big clumps. I bent over attempting to pick them up before they had a chance to melt on the carpet. While I was doing this, he was trying to get out the door (still had to navigate the storm door). I didn’t realize that I was standing on one of the lengths of “strap” from the buckle on the snowshoe. Dan had one snowshoe about ½ way out the storm door and couldn’t get the other one to go, neither one of us realizing I was standing on that strap. “I’m just about ready to give up #$%!^ hunting for this season!” I stood up, with cold snowballs in my cold hands and asked him “What the heck is the matter now?” (By this time I was off that strap). He gave a mighty yank of that leg/foot that had been secured to the ground by my weight and about kicked the glass out of the storm door (it is a long glass, with a screen in the bottom). THAT surprised the both of us. In true masculine fashion, peppered with a few more expletives, he loudly articulated his evaluation on the quality of the door and how long that glass would actually last with “normal” wear and tear.
Well, he is off and in the woods someplace. I just hope the rest of his morning is better for him than the start he has had so far.
MY NEW FLEECE LINED LONG “UNNAWARES” ARRIVED LAST NIGHT!!! They are SO comfy and warm!!!! If you are looking for new long underwear, I strongly suggest these!
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