In his element

My man loves the woods. I'm willing to bet, many of you ladies know what I mean. Mossy Oak's little phrase, "It's not a passion, it's an obsession" hits the nail right smack dab on the head in my book.

I went with him one day to "help" him take down some of his tree stands... He never lost sight of me and my shoes...

He killed several good bucks this year including the two below. I'm so proud!! He actually hunts, if you know what I mean... like, he goes scouting and everything... A lot of guys always say he's just "so lucky" but I say he just knows how to hunt and it definitely doesn't hurt that he's should be a sniper a good shot. {But his humble self will tell you that luck definitely has a part in the scenario}.

Every year, especially around the rut, I get to missing him if he's gone longer than a weekend... but this year, his absence into the woods reduced many distractions for me and helped me get more studying done! So I guess it was a win-win for both of us.

I could never truthfully say that being neat, clean and organized housekeeping is "in his element" but ever since Santa brought us our Dyson ball vacuum cleaner, I can't make him stop cleaning! ;) 

Well, the floors will be clean, but his bow case is still placed in front of the fire place and his safety harness for his tree stand is obviously hanging by the door... Typical...