It's almost time........
Moose Hunting
What was I thinking!
I was thinking 50 is a year of firsts - remember?
So......
I've tried on many guns and picked my favorite. Just so ya know it was a blind test. I would close my eyes and Jeff would hand me a rifle and I would pull it up pretending to shoot, look through the scope and decide if it was the perfect fit. The reason for the blind test is because we (I should say, Jeff) have some "special" guns.
We have:
My Grampa St. Pierre's 308 Winchester model 100
My father's 308 Winchester model 100
Jason's Ruger 243
A 30-06 742 Woodsmaster
A 7MM Remington Mag
and A Model 70 Winchester
Anyway, that was the reason for the blind test. I knew that if saw the "special" guns and knew it when I picked them up I would pick one - just for sentimental reasons and I really wanted to pick the gun with the perfect fit. Oh, how I wish I had a picture of Jeff's face when I closed my eyes and told him to hand me a gun.
So, after many "fittings" the gun I chose blindly was - drum roll please.........
Jason's Ruger 243. I cried when Jeff told me which one I had picked, but I knew before he told me, I could tell be the teary eyed look on his face when I opened my eyes.. Sorry, didn't mean to make you cry too. But, how cool is that.
The very special Ruger 243 that was bought for Jason right after he was born - mind you, I just found this out. This was the gun that I always used hunting - the only one that I knew how to load - by myself - and carried in the woods (the very few times I went hunting many years ago), that is until Jason starting hunting and claimed it. We would have many jokingly (is jokingly even a word, doesn't matter I like it ) conversations about who's gun it was - I wonder if he knew his father bought it for him when he was only days old. But because he turned out a lefty and it was a right handed bolt action ( man, do I sound all gunny or what! again, don't know if gunny is a word, doesn't matter I like it) I got to use it - as I said earlier, until Jason realized he could shoot just fine with it.
Now, onto some other important preparations.
I knew I was in trouble when Jeff started picking out "my gear"
I've been fitted for camo coat and flourescent orange
boots, not camo, not cool (if you're a guy), but very stylish for use girl hunters
And look what else Jeff found stashed away in the hunting gear
I know hunting and drinking don't mix, but when my "trophy bull" is down and we return - okay when we head back to camp - I'll be prepared (just like a good boy scout) for my celebratory martini!! or road soda as ........whoops, better stop there. Again, I might of shared to much here today.......
So, what is it about hunting......yes, I am excited but not really sure what I am more excited about -
Watching Jeff's eye's light up when he gets out the guns and tries to explain to me how this should all go down.
Planning what we're gonna eat at "hunting camp", how we're gonna cook it, where are we staying...
Getting ready for the 6 hour road trip with my mother, daughter and grandson - we'll make a few shopping stops on the way. I think there's a quilt shop or two along the journey
Or putting on the ever stylish outfit I have picked out - camo, flourescent orange and barn boots!!
Oh, wait, I forgot........ I'm supposed to shoot a moose........
