Well, I’ll just start this post out by saying that I still chuckle over the fact that I married someone who hunts turkeys. Or anything for that matter.

I was raised in the SF Bay Area, the heart of technology and innovation, by a scientist-actor father and an artist-homemaker-real-estate-agent mother. Needless to say, my childhood was filled with painting, design, theatre, singing, educational travel and looking at gross stuff under a microscope (try having lice at the age of 10 with a dad that loves his microscope…). My Dad tried to take me camping twice before I was 10 and once, his tent collapsed in a thunder storm and then I got sick the second time. So… you get the picture.

Then there’s my husband. He grew up in southern Virginia in a “country” town that had one stoplight. He grew up hunting with his grandfather at a tender age – deer, turkey, all sorts of… targets. My Southern Gentleman, while also interested in musical theatre and gourmet foods (I know, he is a fabulous mix), is and has always been into nature and outdoor, manly pursuits. Heck, the man majored in Urban Forestry (Bio with trees for those of  you who are like me).

See why I chuckled when my husband said that “turkey season” is over here? A foreign term to me. No more hunting those noble gobblers, for now. Also, this means no more random turkey calls from across the apartment (for an example, or a good laugh, click here). However, it does mean that his National Wild Turkey Federation meetings have recommenced, which is why I am alone this evening.

While many may wonder “how did this happen?” or “are you now a mullet-sporting huntress?” I have to admit that I relish these ways that my husband is different than me. It really does make things more interesting and exciting. But shhh, don’t tell my husband, because then I’ll lose all my ammo (pun intended).

Here he is with his NWTF buddies at their big turkey banquet (in uniform). I think he looks pretty hunky with the ripped jeans and all:

He gets so excited before a day of hunting. Kid in a gun-err-candy shop. It’s really… really… fun.. for me..too…(twitch).

Here is a cayote that thought my man was a turkey the other day (while he was talking to the turkeys). It went to attack him and so he had to shoot it dead. How Man-vs-Wild is THAT?!? Scary.

One day this “season” my sister visited and got a free lesson. Lucky girl?

Multitasking is an important skill, especially when reading Cabela’s hunting catalog while secretly watching the Royal Wedding…

And now I must retire. I have some preparations to attend to, you see. My hunk-of-burning-love is having a birthday this week…