Some pretty great things happened this week.
I managed to pass the Hunter's Safety Course along side Rowdy. I hope that he always remembers that his mom was there with him through the course even though I really wanted to be at home in my pajamas playing solitaire on the computer. I really wanted to beat that little
|this is Glitter Girl..|
I didn't make a fool of myself during the field testing like I had expected and had made myself a nervous wreck about this entire week. This is a special ability I have...I can take just about anything and turn it into a disaster in my head. If the tire pressure on a tire of the car is low..I am convinced that the car is on the brink of total distruction and picture myself on the road with the car blowing up...if the wind blows I'm convinced that a hurricane is hitting the state of WY..the roof comes off the house and my family is left without a home...you get the point...basically a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. I'm pretty sure this anxiety issue is my parents fault...mostly my mothers..probably because she doesn't think I have anything important to say. Anyway...I manged to crawl through the barbed wire unscathed and with my hair intact..there was a girl that landed flat on her face...but it wasn't me! *patting myself on the back here* We had to demonstrate several shooting positions i prefer to call them poses, I have to say my least favorite was the "prone position". I tell you why they call it 'prone'...because you are prone to getting dirty for one..you are prone to come face to face with a bug or rattlesnake...you are prone to possibly not being able to get back up if you are over 40. Lucky for me I'm a young 34 and didn't have a problem getting back up.
So we are officially "Safe Hunters". After the test was completed Rowdy and I received our cards and badges (I think I am going to wear my badge everyday). The teacher in charge said something about congratulations...blah blah blah...good luck hunting...blah blah blah...I smiled and said..."Thanks..but I'm a Target Shooter *sweet smile*...and zipped off in the VW Beetle...the car that he laughed at when I drove up and he asked.."Are you going to be hunting in this *chuckle chuckle chuckle*?" He has an annoying high pitched chuckle.
Rowdy called his uncle Bubba (otherwise known as 'Uncle Girlfriend' by Trudy...don't ask) to tell him that he passed the course. Bubba is the
|This is Uncle Bubba when he was a baby...he always had a little overbite|
G-Pops told Rowdy the reasons why he doesn't hunt anymore and disappeared down the stairs and brought up the same gun that I remember him using on the hunting trips that he 'let' me carry the heavy ass backpack on. He told Rowdy it was his now. G-Pops said..."This is yours now bud...well..I may go Elk Hunting this fall with Bubba....but I'm sure you will let me borrow it" and he winked at his little mini me. Yes...his mini me...Rowdy has been a double of my dad since the day he was born to the horror of my mother. They are both incredibly smart
The week was long and I spent most of it whining like a baby about how miserable I was.....but I feel so thankful that my son will be a hunter not only like my dad, but like all of his uncles and great-grandpa's. So the legacy lives on...