Whitetail Fever apparently causes dementia

Deer hunting season is a big deal in our home. Its proceeded by weeks of preparation – camouflage clothes litter the laundry area in order to become washed scent-free… guns are cleaned and lightly oiled… bow strings are checked and rechecked… room is made in the freezer for the stocking of fresh venison.

To say that Sean is preoccupied during this time would be like saying Santa wears a red suit.

Never more has that been more obvious than the last week.

I went grocery shopping two weeks ago, the night before the season opened, and when I returned Sean asked how hunting went

Um, yeah, it was vicious hunting out those grocery bargains…

Fast forward to this past Tuesday. Sean was off for the day and decided to go out hunting and he took Quinn with him. They got showered and dressed, both completely scent-free, gathered all required equipment, including books and snacks for Quinn to enjoy.

The plan came to a screeching halt when Sean couldn’t find his keys. It started innocently enough with a casual, “Have you seen my keys?”… It didn’t take long until he was sighing and huffing around the house blaming the cats, the sweet 23 month old napping peacefully… We looked high and low, up and down and all around the mulberry bush.

After approximately 45 minutes of trauma, he walked out with the keys. They had been in his pants pocket the entire time.

Yeah, that’s right – in.his.pants. The laughing from that covered several days of laughter.

I had a pleasant evening with the other three kids and had them in bed, when Sean and Quinn got home that same night. Sean immediately started asking me questions:

What would you do if you were out in the woods with no cell phone signal?
And five miles from the nearest ranger station?
And no one was driving out in that area?
And you locked your keys in the car?

“The Car” he was referring to was my van.

They had no choice but to bust out my back side window with a rock.

My poor car! It now has a tarp duct-taped to that window. If you squint hard enough, it almost looks like a tinted window. Almost.

Okay, who am I kidding – it looks like a busted out window covered with a tarp and duct-tape. And it will continue to do so for a bit, since insurance doesn’t cover busting out your own window.

Its gonna be a long deer season. But believe me when I say that I’m going to get a lot of mileage out of this one.

Comments

  1. but you share the story so sweetly! i would be HOT and plus i don’t do things like that in my freezer. you are a good woman!

    come get your friday fuzzy! you SO deserve it ;)

  2. Oh geez! You sound like my MOM! My dad’s like that, you see. Poor you!

  3. Megan@SortaCrunchy says:

    Insurance doesn’t cover busting out your own window? But, did you explain to them that it’s deear season?! Well, that hardly seems right. Here’s to a speedy recovery for your van – and yes, you ARE a good woman!

  4. Mike(big bro) says:

    This sounds like when Mark & I were playing softball.It started to rain relly hard.We ran to the car only to find that Mark had locked my keys in the car.We got just a little wet.

  5. Oh my. I’m so sorry to hear what happened to your van. Not fun at all.

  6. nancygrayce says:

    OH, my gosh, we have that same problem at our house. It is either football or hunting. One of our sons is coming home next weekend. I was telling how glad we would be to have him here and he said “well, you do know I’m coming home to hunt?” It’ll be a lonely weekend for me! I think I can find something to do! I am sorry about the van though. They aren’t allowed to even mention using my car!

  7. Megan (FriedOkra) says:

    Sounds like somebody needs a retractable key chain attached to his belt! :) Sorry about the van. What’d they break the window with?

  8. 3 deer spotted lounging in my back yard, just a few feet from my back door, a few days ago….come on over. :-)

  9. That’s insane! I’m so sorry! You should have answered, “I would have started walking, of course!”

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