This was my first time hunting. Well, let me rephrase that...this was my first time hunting where I was actually old enough to remember the whole trip and I was able to shoot a gun...sorry Dad didn't mean to offend you. Prior to this trip, the only memories I have of hunting is sitting in the bottom of a deer blind, in the cold and humid dark, praying the whole time we wouldn't see a deer...I couldn't handle the thought of Bambi being shot. God answered my prayers that day.
Anyway, I will admit, we had a good time. It was fun to see Vim's face light up and get excited like a kid on Christmas morning. He has been wanting to take me hunting for a while, but he was smart enough to realize that the only way he was going to get me out there was if (a) I didn't have to get up before the sun (b) I didn't have to be cold or wet (c) I didn't have to sit in silence for hours. None of these things appeal to me. And I haven't even mentioned the part about killing and cleaning the animals.
Many women hunt and more power to them...but I don't foresee this becoming our 'couples' sport anytime in the near future. It was fun but not that fun.