our spouses/ significant others

[beenthere]

If your spouse gently nudges you awake and asks if you'll shoot the deer outside... take a moment to wake up. Getting dressed is never a bad idea. Alert and steady is good, otherwise, branches and briars not so much, in the snow with nothing between oneself and ones maker but a pair of BVD's and bunny slippers.

BTDT
But no slippers (bare feet), 3" of snow, but orange sweatshirt. 
Just came out of the shower, and saw the nice rack above the tall grass in the field across the fence. Got close enough for a 25yd shot with slug gun. 

[SawyerTed]

Came home from a 3day conference.  Dragged my suitcase and trappings in the house.  Wife says there are deer in the back yard. I'm wearing a button down shirt, necktie, slacks and wingtip shoes. 

I look out the back window.  Yep!  Sure enough there's are eight deer licking the salt from the aster softener back wash.  

It is bow season, i sneak out the basement door with the X bow,  I picked the biggest doe and launched an arrow/bolt 

[Corley5]

Ya all sneak out of the house?  We open a window ;) ;D

[Corley5]

Stick the gun barrel out.  Otherwise, the concussion can break seals in thermo-pane windows  ;D

[Old Greenhorn]

Stick the gun barrel out.  Otherwise, the concussion can break seals in thermo-pane windows  ;D

And you know this because.. oh, Nevermind ;D.

[farmfromkansas]

Think my wife has been with me for 48 years so far.  Amazing how my daughter and one of my granddaughters seem to be about half me and half her.  And I like them both.  They are really good with little kids.  And my daughter's patients or clients, whatever you call them, she is a respiratory therapist, anyway seems they all love her. One guy I met at a ball game, said she saved his life. And my granddaughters are the prettiest girls I have ever seen! Oh, and my DIL calls my 5 yo grandson my mini-me. The next older one looks like my wife.  Wish they lived close by, would be interesting to see what I was like as a kid. When they were home for Christmas, they played wide open every day.  The 2 older boys went to chore with me each one time. Little one said"I changed my mind."

[Old Greenhorn]

Those last few posts brought to mind a story I haven' remembered for years. My Dad, BIL and I used to hunt on private land up in the hill west of where I live now. The landowner was a serious hunter and he would tell us his  hunting plan for the day the night before we all went out so that we would stay away from hi hunting area. He was more of a 'long hunter'. He would leave his cabin at 3 or 4am and hike up the mountain with a sleeping bag and another pair of winter boots. He' find his spot and change boots and crawl into the bag until dawn, then change back and start hunting. He always took the high ground way up on the mountain and we would take the low ground figuring we might push something up in his path. By 2pm he would usually quit and we might hear the skidder coming through the woods to pull firewood trees.

 Anyway, this one time we had that plan outlined above and he left the cabin at 3am. We came in at about dawn and started walking up the mountain and still hunting. We all hunted that day as hard as we could, no joy. SO we all wafted down toward his cabin and stopped in for a chat as id proper etiquette to report our observations. Well when we arrived at his family cabin we saw a very large 10 pint buck hanging on the rack. I figured our host had shot it, but no, he wasn't back yet. Turns out, just after sunup when our host and the rest of us were carefully creeping through the woods all over the mountain, his wife wad going out to hang laundry and saw the buck in the yard, so she grabbed her rifle and shot it. No big deal, but she didn't get all the laundry done that day.

[WV Sawmiller]

   We have a neighbor with a little wife about half the size of the whittled off end of nothing. She looked out her window a couple months ago during our rifle season and saw a big buck so she told her husband - "There's a buck out here." He told her to go ahead and shoot it and she did. It was a very large 12 pt.

[Texas Ranger]

We were newlyweds and had moved into an older frame house that had been modernized by new wiring, electrical, and appliances, but still an old house on blocks.  My wife taught and I worked for the forest service, I was usually tired before she wore out, and went to bed before her.  As was the case with newlyweds bedding attire was optional. I had been asleep for an unknown period when I heard a scream.  Jumped out of bed and went down the hallway to the bathroom, my sweet wife was standing on the lid of the commode in all her glory and announced there was a snake in the hallway. I went back and put my boots on, picked up a yard stick, turned all lights on and search the rooms off the hallway, and found no snake.  I had told my wife that she was lucky the lid was down on the commode and received a scathing look and a short comment on my heritage.  I went back to bed.  Not for long, as I woke up with a naked amazon straddling my chest, shaking me, and saying words that sounded like "Wake up you SOB I found the snake", but I could have been mistaken.  Again, the boots and yard stick and she pointed to the closet where a clothes basket held the snake, which I dispatched, and we ended the evening.

But it was not the end.  I spent the next few days finding and sealing all openings that would allow a snake entrance into the house, and there were many of them.