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Hunting Season Is Here
By coolgranny in The Paradox of Long Lives
November 9, 2009

I forced myself to just relax. I was in charge of breakfast only, and then my camp cook duties were over. If I hunted deer, I might be a little more excited about the season. However, I do enjoy seeing the smiles on faces after a hunt. Our season is especially long because the guys have been hunting since they were in diapers, and they all wait until the very end to shoot anything. That way there is an excuse to go back every single weekend, except when I pencil in family time like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then there is turkey season, quail, duck, and split dove season. It never ends. I usually bug out of it entirely around January. My BFF and I try to amuse ourselves with trips here and there. I usually take out of town trips with the hub if I haven't been there more than a couple of times. I am always thankful that the winter means more demands on the oil and gas industries and more meetings for the hub.

I did get to go see my BFF on her ranch. We enjoyed chasing her grandchildren a while and then conned them all into playing on the wrap porch. It's one of those old curving things, and it is so pleasant to just sit and have a drink or two while rocking in chairs older than we are.

There were too many clouds or I would have been star gazing....next time. My youngest missed it so much, he called 4 times wanting to know who shot what and when. Actually, only one 4 point was shot, but lots were seen at stands all over the lease. One of these days I will go sit in the ground blind and take pics of the animals as they attempt to live another day. Hub saw a big bobcat and a javelina on the last morning hunt. I would love to have photographed those, but not enough to get up at 4ish on any given morning. I have been reading the mags, and think I could go out during the middle of the day and get some good shots. According to people who get the trophy stuff, the smarter animals are able to pattern hunter behavior. Sounds enough like a Pavlov theory to be believable.

I was once again totally relaxed because I didn't just do things to keep other people happy, and sometimes my being just a little selfish works for me. I was able to read a novel and start another. I made a campfire even though it was debatable about the air being cool enough. By eight in the evening, all were thanking me. I bit my tongue, and I didn't say I told you so. That is a maximum effort for me. I just did what I wanted to do for a change and didn't bat an eyelash if it displeased anyone. I can be one of the guys, too.

I am always thankful when the younger two generations come down and join us. They all seem to be happy. My great niece is adorable, and by the end of the second evening, she wanted hugs from this gal. Nice ending for a weekend.