Remember those days of being a kid and you and your siblings would fight over who gets the front seat? We called it “shotgun”. Well, there comes a time when a wife has to say no and mean it. We can’t always be the perfect wife and agree to everything. At some point we have to draw the line and this weekend was one of those times.
We were headed to Cabelas to have the buck my husband caught this past deer hunting season scored by Pope & Young, Boone & Crockett and Hoosier (Indiana) Bucks. My husband (The Hunter) thought it would be best to have the buck placed safely in the front passenger’s seat. The Hunter’s Wife, (that’s me), thought ummm no. With that, our disagreement came alive.
TH: I’ll drive and set him up front so he doesn’t get damaged.
THW: Ummm, no.
TH: It’s better to have him up front so he doesn’t fall over.
THW: Ummm, no.
TH: Well you don’t want a bunch of deer hair all over your back seat do you?
This is when he should have stopped at the first ummm, no. Lets be truthful. First of all, you would love to have him in the front seat proudly driving around town so that everyone that passes gets a good luck at Mr. Monster Bucky Buckson. Then you would find a reason to somehow have to put your arm around him to hold him in place. You might even consider rolling down the window so that part of his horns are flapping in the wind like some &*&* dog’s ears.
Then where am I? Sitting in the back seat freezing my @$$ off trying to hold on to my birds nest while you’re seating proudly up front with a smile on your face. Then some how some way the wind would blow Mr. Bucky Buckson’s at an angle so that he’s looking right at me as if he was saying, “Yeah, that’s right I got shotgun.”
That’s right he got shotgun. That is why I didn’t close his door all the way and in about 2.5 seconds his @$$ is rolling out the car door and down the hill. Is that what you want? You want to show up to Cabelas and when they ask how you harvested your deer I can proudly say, “Road kill.”
And with that I got “shotgun”.
Thankfully Bucky Buckson made it safely to Cabelas to be scored.
Scoring – Um, I’m not sure.
Which record books – I didn’t pay attention.
Then what were you doing – Um, sitting in the back of the room hoping not to be seen or heard.
To be continued…