A Huntin' We Will Go

Yeah, every weekend since the end of August, my husband goes a huntin' - or so he says. First it was the Bow hunt, then the muzzle loader, now a rifle hunt . . . next thing he will think of is blow dart hunting season for hummingbirds. This suspicious thing is that the guy has yet to bring home anything dead. I think you are beginning to understand why I actually wonder where he is going. I am open to any theories. Personally, I am just suspicious that he does not want to stay home with three teenagers in high school. Then again, could you blame him? Maybe it is three premenstrual girls all on cycle together . . . yikes!