Turkey Hunting

This spring Patrick and I went Turkey Hunting up in Kiabab. My first time going hunting with a tag and not as a cheerleader. The night before opening day we scouted but ended up stuck in the snow for over an hour high centered, Pat in shorts and a short sleeve shirt, and we actually found it humorous which has not been our past experiences stuck in the snow. It was FREEZING cold and INSANELY windy which as we found out is perfect weather for NOT finding turkey. Not for a lack of trying however we got up at the crack of dawn, hiked all up and down steep slopes, sat for hours still as we could against trees calling and calling, road hunted, and even pulled out the blind, but the turkey had the upper hand.

What I learned from the trip.

1. I can easily get addicted to anything that involves competition. (The turkey may have gotten the upper hand this time but next year they are mine)

2. I can survive in a tent when the weather is in the teens.

3. I love spending time in the outdoors.

4. I feel pretty lucky that my husband actually wants me to go hunting with him and doesn't use it as a time to get away from me.

5. It is possible for two people to shower in a tent, in freezing weather, in a bucket, with one gallon of water. (Hair and all)

6. I love that my husband and I love that we can still laugh together over nothing. And we both think we are funnier than the other.

7. Thank heavens for family. (Thanks Kennedy's for keeping the kids)

8. Hand woven native rugs are crazy expensive.

9. Never eat breakfast at the lodge in Jacob's lake...Seriously don't.

10. LIFE IS GOOD!!