I assumed, my bad.

A reader asked me if it is ever difficult living with a man that hunts and fishes all the time.

Here's a post I wrote on our family blog circa October 2010.....

It will explain everything.

Promise.

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So I am trying to find words for the experience I had this morning.

I still can't even begin to describe what went through my head at the exact moment it happened-- panic, embarrassment and complete madness all occurring at one time.

Last night Brecken and I attended the annual pumpkin carving party at the Barnwell abode. Like always, it was delightful and fun. John, however, didn't show up. As usual he was hunting. But much to my relief he did finally kill an elk.  

When he got home he decided rather than taking his elk to a butcher he would quarter it himself in our garage.

Whatever.

Once he finished, however, he came the realization that he needed to do something with the elk carcass. His plan--put it in the garbage can.

Let it be known that I was not fine with this idea.  

For those of you that have never been with a 10 yard radius of an elk let me explain.

They are big, like a cow/horse big.

Our garbage can is not big enough to fit a cow/horse creature in it.

I thought his idea was bad--really, really bad.

John kept barkin' at me because I wasn't being that helpful (because I didn't think his idea was great) so I huffed into the house and as I slammed the door I yelled, "Fine you try to put a square peg in a round hole."

Ten minutes later.

Tap, tap, tap on the front door.

I opened.

John replied, "I put it in the garbage can."

I being a good wife believed him and decided that after all the grief I could forgive him and we could finally go to bed at 2:30 in the freaking a.m.

NO. No. the story is not over.

The next morning when I was getting ready to leave the house this is what I saw as I pulled out of the garage. 

BAHHHHHH!

I almost died.

Obviously, I assumed that we both understood what it meant to put something "in" the garbage.

my bad.

I called him right away, trying to remain calm.

"There will be no negotiation. The elk head that has taken up residency in our FRONT yard has to go." 

Furthermore, I tried to explain that there was more than a handful of reasons on why this was soo wrong.

 First, our garbage pickup would not happen until Tuesday and that meant that the head would be sticking out saying "Hi" to everyone for FIVE days. 

 Secondly, Halloween  would be occurring within the five day time frame so of course anyone and their dog that walked up to our house would see the head.

After prodding him for hours on the issue he finally came home and covered the head with a garbage bag, and yes, it still sat out like that for five days.

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So an answer to your question, is it difficult living with a hunter?

Need I say more?