Anyways, this year Daryl decided that he wanted to go Elk Hunting. Something he has wanted to do since he first moved out here eight long years ago. Of course from the moment he bought his tag, its all he talked about. I, of course, was excited for him as well as myself. While hubby's away wifey will play, and all that.
I don't know how long it was between him recieving his hunting permit until he actually went hunting, but I think it was a couple of months. He really started talking about it as soon as September rolled around. Which was fine at first, then I was like, I get it you're going hunting. :) I only kid here, I was happy for him. So of course because thats all we discuss I start dreaming about him hunting and shooting an elk and I think, that should be good luck.
The weekend before he was to go hunting we were watching the news so we could see the predicted weather for the upcoming weekend. It wasn't good news. The week was supposed to be wonderful, in the high seventies and lower eighties, but what was this, a really big storm moving in on Saturday? After weeks of beautiful weather, God sees fit to bring rain in on opening weekend for elk hunting. I found it rather amusing, Daryl not so much. But I thought Elk were easier to hunt when it was cold and wet, because they were moving down from the higher mountains. (I don't know anything about hunting, so I think I'm just making stuff up here.)
Of course Daryl was going, there was no way he wasn't going. They were predicting our first snowfall since last winter and really cold temperatures. Of course Daryl and his buddy James, who went hunting with him, packed all the warm clothes and everything. I made sure that they took extra food just in case it snowed so bad that they were stuck up in the mountains longer than planned.
So while Daryl was freezing, hunting for a big elk, I was down in the wet valley hanging out with my family and playing games on the Wii with my brother. I heard from Daryl once and he said it was really cold and wet. I of course was like, I'm sorry but remember you wanted to go hunting, this is supposed to be fun!!!
When he made it home Monday, after a horrible weekend of weather, he didn't bring anything back with him. I was a little sad because I would have loved for him to get one, but he was just happy to be back. The funny thing was that day they came home was a nice sunny, warm day.
Here are some pictures of where they were camping:
I believe this is day one of hunting. Do you see the bear? Well if you do then you're making things up because all you should see is a tent and the vast forest around them. This is what we call roughing it.
This is what we call the first snowfall of the year since last winter. I also call the boys CRAZY for going up there. But they still had fun.
And this is what it looked like on the day they packed up and came home. Poor guys.
I only make fun of them because I could never stay out in the cold the way they did. I would be too much of a wuss. Of course, after that Daryl decided he needed to go hunting the following weekend, still wanting to get his elk. When he said this I took his chin in my hand, kissed his nose and said, "Honey, its going to be worse next weekend." He groaned, got smart, and went hunting with a buddy that has a camper. GO DARYL!!! And this past weekend was much colder than before, but he wasn't nearly as cranky when he got home. Thank the Lord for campers!!!
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