miss'n mass...

For some time I have been trying to understand why men give up things they like, or cherish, or enjoy. Things like boats, guns, motorcycles, pickups, hunting, and the list goes on. All at the request of a wife, or girlfriend, who doesn't care to boat, fish, hunt, golf, camp, etc*.  Fine, she doesn't like to do those things, but why must the guy give them up because the babe requested (or demanded) he do so?  And it seems that after he has given it up he is miserable, although it does give the rest of us access to great bargains on C List & other sites.

I simply don't get it, I don't ever remember asking the Cowman to give up something like that. Neither do I remember him asking me to do so. (And we had a fair amount of different interests.)  Things like that were discussed, and if it was something you really cared about, you found a way, and you were supported by your partner. I thought that was what partners did.
I honestly don't understand, and have no idea why I'm miss'n mass to do this post...   

    

Stomp'n...

It has been a while since the friends with vineyards and a winery in Southern Oregon have invited me back...  

I wonder...

Fix'n to...

He started out with 

 and

tried a few things

been a few places

so when he gets time to do this it's all good.

He's an awesome son, a great dad, and works too darn hard. 

His mom hasn't gotten to hug him in a long long time. She aims to fix that.

Sure thing Bucko...

Since Dad is in the wilds of Ideeho hunting, and Lord knows what else, I can only get out of the house for a few hours when the home helper is available to take care of mom. 

T, fresh back from a four day pistol class he and one of his boys took at Front Sight, asked me if I wanted to go to the range.  I had to think on that for about a second. Yes, Please!

He and a couple of his friends were going to sight in their rifles before heading to Colorado deer hunting. 

So, I got to shoot my Sig for a few hours, and a lot of one to one instruction. T is great at critiquing my shooting and passing on helpful tips and techniques, as well as giving me access to a wide range of guns. It is special that he is willing to take me along, as the range has a high dollar closed membership, and the waiting list is long.

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Side note:  Seems I misunderstood what C said about dad's reason for checking his funds before they left. C says he said, warehouse (as in Sportsmens Warehouse). Sure thing Bucko...

  

Good hunting...

Dad and C left Monday for my brother's in Ideeho.  They are in search of the great Wapiti. 

Dad has been wanting to do this for a while and I'm very glad that C was willing to take him on such a long trip.  I don't want to know what Dad bribed him with...

Per his instructions I packed Dad's cell phone, spotting scope, cold weather gear, meds, Stetson, boots, and snacks. He left all his rifles with me, as C has enough of them to get the job done.  I put an ID tag around Dad's neck that said "return to Brighid", just in case my brother got to thinking he could keep him. 

Dad was counting his funds as they got ready to pull out.  I asked what that was all about, C said Dad was checking to see if he could afford a stop at the whore house on the way...

They called late Monday night to say they had made it to base camp at my brother's house. They made it in 11 hours, by golly they must not have stopped on the way...

Good hunting...