Friday, November 6, 2009

new traditions

For years the tradition every November at the Green Girl Estate is that Mr. D heads north for opening weekend of deer hunting and Green Girl enjoys quality time with Team Testoserone while he's away. Then Governor Doyl had to sign a bill permitting 10-year-olds to hunt with the supervision of an adult. Which means years of tradition will change this fall at the Green Girl Estate because there is no way, except over Green Girl's rotting corpse, that she'll allow Mr. T up north for hunting. Her reasons have nothing to do with hunting, and she'll leave it at that.

And this year, Mr. T wants to hunt. Mr. D is excited to escort Mr. T into the world of camo, blaze orange, deer stands, tracking, rut, shells, guns, ammo and a whole bunch of other stuff that Green Girl knows but cares little about. Mr. D keeps his guns and ammo locked up, he's a responsible gun owner and unlike many of his hunting friends, does NOT carry an NRA membership card because he feels concealed handguns and assault rifles have no place in civilized society. (Green Girl married a moderate conservative, so their pillow talk stays on an even keel.) He's teaching all three boys the Old School respect that he learned as a boy--respect for Nature, Life, Guns and The Hunt. He'll require Hunter Safety courses before any of his sons head into the woods solo. Green Girl and Mr. D agree on all of these points.

Mr. D loves to shoot birds. Deer, notsomuch. In fact, Green Girl knows he secretly fears having to kill a deer because then he'll be stuck with the whole messy task of dragging its carcass out of the woods and gutting it and stringing it up and taking it to a butcher and blah blah blah blood and yuck and ick. But deer hunting is upon us and there are more deer in the Back 40 than pheasants (which is a long and entertaining tale for another day), so Mr. D will take Mr. T out for The Great Deer Hunt.

Yesterday morning a buck and a doe stood in the field between house and school, luring Mr. T into the woods this fall--if the two deer offered the kid a DS and unlimited portions of crab rangoon they couldn't have gotten him any more excited about deer hunting. Green Girl wants the deer exterminated--by her own tribe or by the neighbors, it doesn't matter so long as the pestilence is kept out of her garden. She's totally cool with the deer being hunted and Mr. T participating and all of this taking place on their property--heck, it's one of the many reasons why Green Girl and Mr. D bought 60 acres in the first place.

This weekend Mr. D and Mr. T will track in the woods. They'll go shopping for a deer stand and hunting gear and make big plans for opening weekend. Green Girl will accept that the family's tradition of deer hunting will change forever as her men will hunt nearby, returning frequently for hot showers, hot meals and football scores. Instead of a free-wheeling solo weekend with Team Testosterone, deer hunting weekend will look like any other weekend in the fall, except she'll have more laundry, more food prep and more interruptions with requests from her Great White Hunters. It's a weird thing how this step into manhood requires Green Girl to let go while doing more at the same time. And she's willing to bet her freezer won't hold any more venison than it did in previous years when only ONE member of the household participated in The Hunt.

18 comments:

  1. Would you let him go SOUTH to hunt? I have some vermin that need killing is all I'm sayin'.

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  2. It's a different lifestyle in the country--this is not something I've faced.

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  3. Letting go, yet doing more... Green Girl, I love how very keen you are about observing life's little ironies. ;)

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  4. Hey how bout this idea: when 'Deer Week' comes around, your new tradition can be 'Momma's Spa Getaway Weekend' *heehee!!* And you can leave your men to occupy the house and do their own laundry and stuff while you take a break for yourself...
    * ; D
    ...then when you get back home, alls you have to do is look at all the fresh new meat in the freezer & praise the fellas!

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  5. I don't have any hunters in the family... just fishermen and golfers. I hate venison, mule deer, and other assorted wild meats. I notice as I grow older, how much I'd enjoy being a vegitarian... except for bacon! I was a vegan for awhile and really lowered my bad cholesterol numbers. But I gained weight on all the soy, breads, rice and beans, etc.

    Happy hunting to your men! May your freezer overflow!
    ~Oshkosh Joni

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  6. I sleep with three guns above my head... not by choice, mind you. They're stored... no hunting has happened around here in a dog's age, for which I am very thankful. I don't like the deer eating my broccoli, but not enough to shoot them.

    I just have to step outside my house to hear the neighbours all around shooting deer in their own "backyards" or the woods surrounding them. I don't think it's exactly legal, but we're talking redneck inbreds who don't really care. We actually need orange vests to go for a walk now, which is not cool with me. I'm a city girl. I'll take my chances in New York or LA anyday over these here woods! ;)

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  7. I wish a couple of Wisconsin guys would drive down to Virginia. I know just the place where they could set up shop and cull the deer population a bit.

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  8. Woah. I think entering manhood around here involves joining a gang???

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  9. Ahh yes. Opening weekend of deer hunting. I know it well. Although this year will be even more difficult for me. Todd will be gone for a full week, not just the weekend. And I will have FOUR children to take care of instead of three. Oh dear. He'd better get a deer.
    (and he is actually out bow hunting RIGHT NOW as I write.) Good grief.

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  10. My husband only hunts duck, goose, and turkey, not deer. I'm guessing for the same reason as you suspect. I still have 3 years before my oldest can hunt.

    Good luck hunting Mr. D and Mr. T!

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  11. Oh dear. I don't know what do with all the gun n' huntin' goin' on around me. Somehow my Wisconsin-raised husband escaped the lure of The Hunt.

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  12. those are memories your kids will not forget -

    and coming from a mother who has respect for those things living around her, well, we came from hunters/gatherers - heck - we still are......

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  13. Maybe it's time for a second freezer - and time to train a family butcher. the butcher's family never goes hungry, as the saying goes.

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  14. My Dad hunted and fished and with nine kids to feed, it stretched the family budget

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  15. I am rather glad that the mister and I do not know the first thing about using guns which means we are too ill informed to have them about the house.

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  16. To all of GG's bloggy fans- Send her warm wishes today - Saturday 11/7- Today is her official ceremony for her to receive her first degree black belt!

    You go girl

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  17. Ahh. Man stuff. My boys long to kill something, skin it and eat it. So far, only fish.

    If I were you, I would arrange to go to a spa for those hunting days. Just think, soon they will ALL be hunting and you can say "bye boys!" Could grandpa come and babysit the smaller boys?

    I'm cooking VEGETARIAN today.

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  18. I'm so happy my man doesn't hunt and that my three first children are girls. on the other hand, I wouldn't mind if somebody filled my freezer with some freshly killed game.
    Maybe you should introduce the ways of the Swedish minority group, the Sames. No eating till the game is home. Probably introduced by the women of the clan to get some peace and quiet while the men were already away.

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