My hunter gives foot rubs!

I love this photo.  Not only does it show my hunter sweetly rubbing my feet, but you can see details of who this man is in the background!

This photo was taken at the deer camp.  We go down there frequently with the kids.  My boys LOVE it!

As you can see on the table, we start out with some fishing.  This photo was taken a little while back and I’m happy to report that my two youngest have graduated to their very own big boy poles!

When fishing is over, David teaches them about being responsible with guns and lets them practice aiming at targets.  This continues until they have used up the ammo David has set aside for the day’s shooting activities (it usually doesn’t take long!)

Then, comes the best part for ME…

The kids take turns driving the mule around.  The games they play vary, sometimes they are on a hunting safari with those riding in the back shooting pretend stick guns at exotic game.  Sometimes, they just pretend the mule is a taxi or a bus.

As David and I sit at the picnic table and watch them play, I put my feet up in his lap and he pampers me.  It’s GREAT! 

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When I met David, I was a bit prissy.  Not over the top, just a lil’ bit.  I have no daughters, no nieces and my only sister tried to convince everyone she was a boy until she was about 17 years old.  In my family, that makes me ‘THE PRISS’.   I can do almost everything the boys can do, but I’m not gonna get my hands dirty if it’s not vitally important.

Then came David.  I was just prissy enough for him to like me and let him have the glory of being the man.  

I haven’t ever really fished.  I tried fishing with my grandmother when I was a girl, but ultimately, I ended up swimming in the river and getting bored.  Putting a worm on a hook required getting my hands dirty and then sitting around for a good while with my mouth shut.

Lucky for me, David baited my hook and cast it, too.  All I had to do now was hold the pole, be quiet and try to look pretty.

It didn’t take long (thank goodness) and I had a tug on the line.  I wrestled with the fish and finally brought him in.  David was so excited, I thought he might have a heart attack.   I must confess, I was a bit excited too, but I all I wanted to do was watch it dangle from the other end of the pole.

Darling David took the fish off the line for me and then he wanted to take a photo of my first fish.  Only, he wanted me to hold it.  Ewww.  So I did.  Just like a real priss might.

Then I was ready to hand it back and David announced I had to kiss the bass before I could throw it back for good luck.  He was pretty serious on this.  Honestly, I don’t think much could improve my luck, but he just KEPT insisting.

I suppose my luck is holding up since that day… I still have David on my hook. 

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