You Know You Married a Hunter When: (My Ode to Hunting Season)

Your freezer is filled with white paper packages of deer meat including one that says in bold permanent marker "DANGER Neck bone with broad head"

You spend your time searching on the internet for recipes that can disguise game meat as beef.

You know the difference in taste between deer meat, elk meat, and antelope, and which you prefer.

You have to put your foot down and say "I'm not eating that" even if your husband might get his feelings hurt.

You don't mind to terribly having dead animal heads on your wall.

You are not too surprised or disgusted (ok, maybe you are disgusted) when you look out the front door to see your husband half way through skinning some poor defenseless creature.

You have to explain to your husband WHY it is gross to have animal skins sitting on a stretcher in the middle of the living room.

You know the difference between a buck and a bull.

You know what tines are and why they are important.

Hunting season rolls around and you almost forget you have a husband because they are gone so much.


You consider a family outing going out to scout for deer a welcome chance to get out of the house and spend time with your husband.