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This week brought to you by your favorite blog material magnet couple… Redneck Dude and City Girl! Special cameo by Itty Bit…
TEAR IT UP AND BURN IT DOWN
(You’ve got Garth stuck in your head already, don’t you?)
Y’all know that I’m a City Girl, right? Born and raised on an honest-to-goodness city block where the houses backed up to each other and there was one strip of grass down the center and fences that split it up into tiny backyards where you could pop your head over the partition and see any of your five sets of neighbors. (How’s that for a run-on sentence?)
So the September through December is sacred hunting season thing is a big deal cuz we weren’t exactly walking around shooting things with horns in my childhood neighborhood.
I’m probably breaking some kind of Redneck Wife code by blogging this, but Mr. Daddy knocked down an amazing buck last week. With an amazing shot, no less.
The man climbed up this:
And made a perfect shot on this unfortunate dude:
Now, being a city girl, I’m not required to understand the whole “I sighted him at 200 yards and he was 20 feet away from where I hit ‘im.”
Instead, I was awed by the translation of “Okay, so he was about from here to the house across the pasture and across the road. And when I found him, he was about from here to the back porch.”
Visiting the taxidermist was a completely different blogworthy story, but I need to process some of the trauma before I can write about it.
Anyhow – Mr. Daddy is reveling in his Macho Hunter-ness and we decide to revisit the site of his conquest.
The only hitch is that he’s gonna make ME drive. In the new-to-us toy that I’ve never set butt in.
Friends, meet Fezzik… our trusty 4-wheeler:
Mr. Daddy in: Who said you could name my rig Fezzik?
Well, I was driving until Mr. Daddy pointed it toward this:
Umm, that’s RUNNING water. No thanks.
So we switched and over much loud protesting from Itty Bit, crawled our way through it.
(Yes, the water got inside, yes, that is Itty Bit’s boot after Mr. Daddy called, “FEET UP!”)
We hopped out after surviving the creek, and hiked out to the tree stand.
Then back around to see just how far that shot was.
We’re standing where the deer was… bet you can’t even see the tree stand, can ya?
(And if you know how far 200 yards is, feel free to congratulate the hunter husband)
Trust me, there’s a whole field between that tiny yellow arrow and where we were standing.
Itty Bit regained his composure enough to drive for a bit.
Methinks I should be worried that he stares at the steering wheel instead of the road??
Then Mr. Daddy forces me to take the wheel again. And sneakily directs us into some 4-wheeling areas that he knows will freak me out.
What’s that smell? Is it from the water in the engine from the creek?
Turn here (hee hee)
Honey! This is not even a trail!
The entire conversation repeated itself once more.
Honey, what’s that smell? Is it still from the water?
Until suddenly, we both knew something was terribly wrong.
I slammed on the brakes as smoke started pouring from the compartment BETWEEN us.
See that spot right behind the shifter? Yeah – RIGHT BETWEEN US.
Mr. Daddy has Itty Bit out of the rig before I have time to turn Momma Bear, and I’m frantically climbing over the door kinda freaking out by the look of immediate concern on Mr. Daddy’s face.
I will admit (cuz I’m shameless like that) that I’m enough of a City Girl Who Knows Nothing About Engines, that I wondered if the thing was gonna blow up and if I should take cover.
(Don’t laugh… my last experience in a smoking vehicle was enough for a lifetime).
Mr. Daddy is trying to keep his distance while checking around the engine compartment (doing his best Elastagirl impression from four feet away)
Mr. Daddy In: Was the picture really necessary?
Suddenly he snags something, pulls out a smoking something, and starts flipping it over and patting the embers out.
A word of wisdom borne of experience: on your maiden voyage of a fun new motorized toy… do NOT place a garment over the exhaust pipe.
It never ends well.
Any craziness happen to you this week? Any family legends created whilst costumed? Any trick-or-treaters give you some blogworthy moments? Link up below and we’ll be around to enjoy your tales!