|Just your typical non-violent yogi dressed up in camouflage.|
It's that time. The respite from the frenzy is over. Hunting is back. Summer is drawing to a close, and the drab and dull greens, beiges and browns of camo are creeping out of our closets. Dove hunting is the first perpetrator in a long line of seasons that devour and consume the mind of every man in my area.
But you know what? I embrace. Look at that happy face. Am I faking it? Well, it was 97 degrees so maybe a little bit. But as I've said before, W loves it. He is impassioned. So as his other half, I choose to well... offer no resistance this year.
But it was crazy last year during our first year of marriage. All of a sudden, I was not getting a whole lot of attention. There were times when I thought hunting would be the end of me: the other--albeit more manly, less colorful, smellier--woman. Plus, I was going through this huge transition from city to country. And the men in my family liked to hunt, but not like this. It was a huge change for me. Plus, I was newly vegetarian and really not sure how to fit that into this lifestyle.
|Women of the Wild.|
Now look at me. My mother-in-law and I were out there. Although, she actually was shooting, while I just sweat and drank more water and then socialized by the trucks. No complaining about the sweating. It was a good detox.
It's a special tradition that goes way back for my husband's family. I was glad to be part of it.
I'll still be me, aiming to sweat out toxins instead of shooting at things. But I offer no resistance to W's passion. I embrace it all with open arms this year. It makes him happy. And also I am opening up to my own passions.
Growing pains are presented by life all the time. Surely, we can't say no to life?