My Husband:The Hunter

Peter taken in 2011


I didn't grow up in a "hunting" family.
Nor did I ever imagine I would marry a man who hunts.

One of the first times I went to my "to be" husband's for dinner,
he had his 2 children, Daniel & Sarah at home and was in the middle of
preparing a meal...


Peter asked me if I wouldn't mind going downstairs to his spare freezer to
see if he had any bread.
I of course, said, "Sure!" and headed on down.


I made my way to the basement thinking, "See, I am already
showing him what a wonderful & submissive wife I will be!"

I found the freezer and opened the door only then 
to let out a blood-curling scream....


I had only a a few seconds to unscramble what my eyes were
focusing on...
a very dead racoon perched on a shelf,
 waving his "hand" at me.
Soon after I practically had an asthema attack & went into convulsions,
I heard the pack of them upstairs roaring in laughter!
I seriously think the racoon was smiling at me too.


My husband-2011

Well, at least Peter showed me what a "comforter" he was,
holding my trembling body....telling me he was sorry.... and everything was going to be alright.

Although, I think he
was shaking even more than me!
Oh.....now I remember...
he was failing at a stifled chortle .


I have to admit, he does look handsome in his hunting apparel! :)
(Spoken like a true female, huh?)

  

Taken in NH-2011

He's definitely proved to be a keeper!

I am truly blessed!