If you have a husband who hunts, this post is for you.
At 3am, I hear his alarm. The shuffling of him putting his camouflage gear on. A quick kiss on the forehead and off he goes
I can’t sleep. Wondering if he will be ok… Will he bring home a bounty? Will he come back at all?
I toss and turn and pray for his safety. Able to doze off for a few more hours before starting my day.
Filling my time with my own interests and hobbies, but I do think of him and miss my friend.
When he returns after the hunt, I’m thrilled, with or without a bounty. Enjoying the moments I have with him because I know it will be an early night so he can wake up and do it all over again.
Ahhh. A sigh of relief when duck season is over. But Oh wait…. he now tells me it’s bow season for deer and then comes turkey season a few months later. It never really ends.
Although I can’t complain because now we have duck stock, a jar of duck fat, and a freezer filled with meat.
And this makes for one happy girl.
It takes a special woman to be the wife of a hunter. A patient woman.
The hunter wakes up in the wee hours of the morning, leaves his family for hours or days at a time, and rambles on about hunting-related topics.
This is normal to me. This is what I know.
And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
To all of the hunter’s wives out there, I see your patience and your strength.
You are definitely not alone.
** Photo by Preston Salassi (@preston.salassi on instagram)