Well, it is the end of another day. Other than getting behind at the hospital this AM – today has been what life should be all about. Brian had to be in town today to run some errands and took me to lunch. Then, we came home and shot trap before the kids get home. I like our pump shotgun with “light loads” better than his 12 gauge automatic shotgun. I still managed to out shoot him – yeah me…
Then the kids got home and it was time to go out and see our litter of Mt. Curr pups and play with Bandit, Shy, and 2 yet unnamed pups. While we were outside, the girls played on one of our flat utility trailers like a teeter totter. Then, pups and their mom were fed and tucked in and we as a family decided to go for a walk.
Just as the sun was setting, we got back and decided to burn our box pile. We had quite a pile but they were mostly wet. Left us with a smokey fire. Been the first time in ages that we could safely burn the boxes.
Then, just as 8 pm is rolling around, Brian ask the kids if they want to drive to PaRoy’s and let a hunting dog out to see what “real coon hunting is like” – so says my nephew. So, here we all pile into the John Deere Gator to go “hunt” at night. We did not really hunt anything, but please don’t tell my kids that. It was more about being with the kids and spending time together – and training our hunting dogs for when my darling Hubby really does want to hunt.
Well, the dogs managed to “tree” 2 barn cats, 1 cow, and a… come on care to guess… possum, raccoon… No, the D#$# dogs got a skunk. That’s right, now I am out with my high tech farmer Hubby (the dogs have GPS collars so he can track their hunting progress and not have to walk so much), and we have 2 skunked dogs, and the smell from the dogs gets all over me, him, the gator, kids everything.
For those of you that have never been “skunked”, it is not an episode worthy of repeating. We reek. And to top it off, I have no tomato juice in the house… (Tomato juice will take out the smell)
My pants are tied in a garbage bag. I am not sure when I will ever be able to wear my Muck boots again either, but as Brian said… at least my kids have a good hunting story to tell their kids some day.
I am sure that will be funnier in the morning – unless both he and I still reek of edu de skunk…