May 27, 2008

Full Disclosure...or another Confession

I'm so not a politically correct PETA lover, Green Peacer, or Hippie Doobie Smokin' Flower Power believer either. (Although, I really am a Tree Hugger if that helps.)

Just thought you should know all this before the Political Drums start vibrating in my ears. I'm liable to put my foot in my mouth a time or two, cause a ruckus in the comment section, have to apologize a few times for my behavior or attitude, or God Forbid vow my undying love of this great country we are blessed to call home.

Just thought you should know this about me beforehand.

That. And FIL sent this picture to me today to remind me of my past...Yes, that's me 20 years ago. Nature Killer. Which of course led my brain down the whole PETA, Green Peace lane.

And made me miss Idaho.

How do you like my Coors Light hat? I wasn't even legal yet. 20ish if I recall correctly. Big Shooter was away at college. I'd just had all four wisdom teeth pulled and it was Opening Weekend of Hunting Season. I told my future FIL, "No. So sorry. I have dry sockets. I can't go this year." That was back before cell phones. So thirteen minutes later when I called back and couldn't reach him or Big Shooter's momma (Who should be there. She didn't partake in the bloodletting.) to tell them I'd been taking pain meds and didn't know what I was saying because, "Oh course I was going! Miss out on getting up at 4am, drinking coffee with a bunch of Good Ole Boys while they made our game plan, hiking up and down mountains, always riding in middle b/c my legs were shortest so there was room for the gear shifting required when gunning up a steep, treacherous path on the side of a sheer cliff? No way am I missing out!" I freaked. Had they really left without me? I packed for a hunting weekend in under 14 seconds and arrived at their house approximately 4 minutes later than that. Therefore, I cannot accept responsibility for the hat, hair, giant shirt or anything else really. I think the only thing I put in my little Chevy Chevette (yes, really) was my rifle, ammunition and my boots. Seriously. What else could a girl possibly need?

To my girl readers: Yes, it's real. Yes, I shot it. No, I did not gut it. There were always too many Good Ole Boys who worried I'd knick the wrong thing. And, trust me, you don't want to knick the wrong thing. Eeewww.

To my guy readers: Yes, I know it's not a real buck. I found those antlers while hiking up over yet another ridge. And why yes, she is as big or bigger than your average white tail down here. Thankyouverymuch.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Wow. Your family still welcomed me after all my silly antics...I'm not sure if that's meant as a compliment for them or sympathy.


FIL said...

Hey Darlin. We did have some good times. I'll never forget the Schmidt's. Buck and Nick were the greatest. You remember them don't you?

Love ya

FerLee said...

Wow! I'm impressed. Didn't know you had it in you.

Rudy said...

I am startled! I had no earthly idea that you went hunting, just can't picture that one. Hey, I had a Chevy Chevette too :)

Flea said...

Wow. I am IMPRESSED. Not impressed that you shot a doe. Just that you killed a creature that big. Are the Crumb Snatchers learning to hunt anytime soon? I never did. Didn't have it in me. You rock!

ShEiLa said...

How exciting... not too much longer. I used to go deer hunting with my Dad... although never successfully. I did sleep in the back of a pick-up truck with my sleeping bag covered in visqueen and awoke to three inches of snow on top. I love the outdoors. I find fishing & camping trips extremely relaxing even though I don't fish. Awesome photo!
toodles, Sheila

Shawna said...

I read a reworking of the PETA acronym on facebook the other day: People for the Eating of Tasty Animals :)

Now for my own confession: Despite living in the buckle of the Bible Belt all my life and considering myself a proud Second-Amendment-upholding Libertarian/ Republican, I have never in my life fired a gun! This is a source of extreme embarrassment to me, particularly with my Liberal Yankee friend who has shot more than I have.

So, with this Slate "Vice Capades: New Urban Gun Club" video as inspiration (
I propose that Straight Shooter round up some of us City Girls for a Girls' Night Out at a Firing Range. What do you say – can you teach me to shoot straight, too?

Karla Porter Archer said...

You mean we can go hunting together too!!! I have my own bow and camo! We could make it a girls weekend.

[wouldn't that be a hoot!]

xo ~K