As most all my readers know I am, and have been since I was a “wee lad,” a hunter. I started bow hunting when I was 16 years old, and have never missed a season, except for the two years I served our country during the Viet Nam conflict.
Today is October second! It’s actually the second day of our Michigan bow season which has always opened on October 1st. This might surprise you, but I have only deer hunted October second one time over the last 42 years!
Now for the reason why? You see I was 24 years old when I got married, and I had a great idea for my wedding. I basically talked my wife into an October 2nd. date, so I could sneak a little small game and deer hunting in as we honeymooned at my families cabin in Lewiston. I thought she might even like tromping hill and dale in pursuit of some dangerous critters! By golly I was somewhat right, as my 19 year old bride did enjoy catching her first fish. (Now that’s another story) She even trudged through a swamp as I dropped two partridge for our honeymoon dinner. Now how romantic is that? After all I was going to cook the” fins and feathers” myself. I was all excited about showing her what a great “provider” she married. Well she may have been enamored back in 1970, but it was all wore off by 1971!
To make a long story short-I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was! Having your anniversary fall on October 2nd. is not a good game plan guys. Nineteen seventy (1970) was the only year in these past 42 that I was ever up north for bow-season. I may have done some whining about it in the past, but I’ve come to realize my “DEAR” is more important than any “deer!”
The first picture was actually taken on our honeymoon, as Lorna holds our dinner. The second was taken 42 years later. Don’t know about you, but I can’t tell much difference in those photos. She looks great, runs 2-1/2 miles every morning, loves Jesus, and is the best wife, mother, grandmother, and friend in the world. She outsmarted me then and is still doing it today.
Thanks for all the great memories Lorna. Happy 42nd. anniversary. I love you. Now can I go up North? (Just kidding)