You Can't Make This Stuff Up...

When I first decided to write about my wonderful, eventful and sometimes crazy family and life, I was worried that I would run out of things to write about.  I reached into the past and pulled out stories that I remembered from when the kids were little.  Then I realized that this bunch supplies me with a plethora of stories every single day!  Who needs reality TV? I live it and believe me it is entertaining!
His story actually starts about three or four years ago.  Doc decided that he was going to be a hunter when he grows up.  Now, my husband has always loved to be out in the woods but usually for the peace and quiet and to enjoy nature.  The thought of a bunch of men (and sometimes women) out in the woods, unrestricted and with rifles concerned me.  (Hunters, please keep your sense of humor with this.)  But okay, he is now Bwana, the Great White Hunter complete with all the gear that he needed, including a couple of deer stands.  The first year, he put together a small hunting party and he actually got a deer.  He has tried to organize a group every year for different seasons but it doesn’t always work out.  Either people cancel out or his schedule gets in the way. 

This year he took off for a day or two.  He often forgets to tell the kids he is going somewhere and after a day or so, they usually ask where he is.  This year I actually got to use the sentence:  He is bear hunting.  And then I got to add, from the balcony of his cabin. 
A few years ago, when he couldn’t get away, he and the Admiral put deer stands up in the woods by our house.  One of the boys called one morning to chat and asked what was new and where dad was.  I said “I don’t know, I think he is outside in a tree.”  After a pregnant pause I was asked what his father was doing up a tree.  “Deer hunting.”  My son asked how long he had been outside.  “I think he went out about five, but I am not sure.”  Then there was concern in my son’s voice when he reminded me that it was now 11:00 and suggested that I go out and look for him.  Well, that wasn’t going to happen.  First, it was cold outside and second, I would get in trouble for scaring the deer. 

Yesterday, Pook came home and asked where his dad was.  I told him he went back to his cabin this afternoon to plug up some opening so that skunks don’t get into the cabin.  Without missing a beat, the conversation continued with my son asking if his dad was only concerned about skunks.  I told him that the smell could be a problem, and unless it was a smart skunk who left a trail of bread crumbs to the opening to get back out he would get stuck in the cabin and that would be bad.  Besides, we did have a duck get down the chimney of the old cabin and that was a nightmare!!!!  And don’t forget, with our quick responses we managed to outwit the Groundhogs by the Haney Place during the Great Groundhog Wars with Grammy. 

This is a typical conversation in our house.  You can’t make this stuff up.  We accept the unusual in stride.  No, we embrace the unusual.  I thank God every day for the smiles that my family provides me with and for the wonderful, and yes, crazy life that I am blessed with.