Tale of a Hunter’s Wife: Free meat my ass. 

Hunting.   My husband is obsessed.  He’s also quite good at it, which is quite the positive reinforcer.   He takes in the rewards every season.  He justifies this hobby as “free meat”.  He is providing the family with free,  all natural,  unprocessed meat.  This theory is bullshit.   I have no issue with the process itself.  My issue is with the idea that hunting provides any form of “free”.

Free my ass.  Guns, bullets, bows, arrows, tree stands,  blinds,  trail cameras, camouflage, boots, gloves, scent destroying soaps, deer piss (seriously), mineral blocks, not to mention having the meat butchered and freezer ready.   These things cost thousands of dollars.  

Let’s not forget the amount of time this “free meat” takes to get.   My husband saves his vacation time for hunting.   He spends days the woods.   While he’s sitting on his ass with a bow or gun, I am stuck running the show.  Kids, animals, house, cooking, all on me.   Hunting season is a season of extra crap work for me.   

There is no such thing as free meat.  At this point in my marriage, both my husband and I have come to accept that he is very lucky I love him.

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