Would you ever guess that I go hunting? I do. Not only do I go hunting but, I really enjoy it. When I took my hunter's education course (with a classroom full of boys) I got the highest score, not bad. In fact, I wish I were whitetail deer hunting right now. Nonetheless, when you have children and limited vacation time hunting takes a back seat. So, instead of dressing warm in my camouflage bibs and hunting boots, I put on my dress pants and necklace and head to work.
I grew up in a family of hunters. Although most of the women in my family did not hunt one woman in particular showed me that it is more than alright for a woman to hunt. I can still see all 5 feet of my gray-haired grandmother geared up with her shotgun and hunter-orange ready for a kill. If you have ever seen my grandma you know that's a funny sight. She enjoyed going out into the woods as much as she did cooking Sunday dinner.
Grandma will be 80 years old in a few days. (Our birthdays are 3 days apart and fall during the biggest hunting week of the year where we live. Coincidence? I don't think so.) However, this year, instead of us enjoying our time in the woods I will be at work and Grandma will be at home. Although, she gets around great and could probably still go hunting, she is after a different kind of prey these days. Grandma is battling melanoma. Melanoma or no melanoma, my Grandmother is an amazing woman. I am grateful that I have those memories of her with her hunter-orange hat with furry ear flaps. (Just picturing that makes me smile.)
Good luck to all the deer hunters out there this week and be safe!
|My Grandmother and Grandfather over 20 years ago.|