The fall before we were married (or even engaged!) I went with Garron and his family on their annual hunting trip. I got up before the sun, pushed bush for the guys and even helped track a deer they wounded. Garron's brother told him my interest in the whole process would disappear once we were married (that it was just a 'dating' tactic) but I've proved HIM wrong! My desire to hunt was real and had nothing to do with the fact that the man of my dreams was involved. Since that first trip I have accompanied Garron on a number of occasions but never the 'successful' ones. This year, FINALLY, I got to see the kill shot ... and shake the growing suspicion that I must be some sort of bad luck charm ...

I am proud of the fact that it was I who first spotted this doe and brought her to Garrron's attention. If I had my own hunting license and gun I do believe I would have taken the shot myself. However, I did not have those things and had to relegate the thrill to Garron. BUT, hopefully next year I, too, will be "armed and dangerous"!

Garron asked me if I really thought I could go through with a shot at such a 'beautiful animal' and I must admit I think I could. In fact, after sitting beside Garron as he took his shot I would have to say that it would be the harsh and deafeningly loud report of the gun that would make me hesitate to pull the trigger more than the beauty of any deer! OUCH