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Hunting Opener

It Will Be for Me a Real Closer

By Denise E LindquistPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 3 min read
Hunting Opener
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I was going to catch the train to Chicago, Illinois tonight. I was going there for the weekend, and we wouldn’t be sleeping much that night. It sounded about right, even though we wouldn't be getting tight.

I am hungry for time with my old friend Stephanie, and she said she would meet me there for the weekend. I said we can burn incense, and drink alcohol free beverages, substitute, decaffeinated for caffeine and that is the end.

It sucks to get old and have to go that route but there you are. I then started rethinking this move. Can I go that far? I used to go to the bar and not anymore as I have the scar, that says no more for me ever. Not never.

We would have fun as we know how to laugh together and that is exactly what I am missing right now. The lights there are so bright. It would be worth it to go to Chicago. After all it is only about 600 miles from here right?

I can handle that. My husband and hers said, Oh, hell no, I’m not going to Chicago for a weekend meet and greet. There is too much going on here to pay for a seat. I’m hunting with a grand. I’m getting the equipment ready for winter. I’m kicking back and taking a break. This week has been a back breaker and I’m beat.

Okay but you are going to miss a great time, I’m telling you know. You have to know that, it will be a real fun show. Then I realized, it really does sound good but I can’t go. By the end of the weekend when I don't go, I can imagine feeling so low.

I already promised the hubby, I would take his meeting if the grand gets a deer. He will be tied up with that and he really is a Dear. It is one of the grands that lives down the road from us, really pretty near.

He has been working all day to get the grand set up for his hunt. This is the opening weekend and usually women do find time to punt. This is still not the runt, as there is one more that will be coming along to hunt.

Shop, go to shows together, parties, crafts, cooking and more. One year I took a trip up the north shore. We would tell stories and tribal lore.

It was a blast, with so many others out and about with me. I could definitely see it was a time set aside to be free. I looked forward with glee.

So, how did I get tied to this hunt, I don’t know, maybe I just need to say no. Or maybe even like they did a big hell no.

Isn’t that what they said or did I imagine that? No, I didn’t as my hubby can be a brat and maybe I am just a doormat.

One year when I was younger we went to a show where men preformed for the ladies a bit. It was funny, funny, funny and my honey didn’t appreciate it.

Once was enough and we had our laughs and teasing and jokes. Now it is all about being old folks. We will drink our cokes and enjoy memories of childhood we can evoke.

What will I do instead, I really don't want to miss out on everything and just go to bed. I will Christmas shop, and stop by the coffee place and have a fancy coffee drink and then buy me a new top.

Humanity

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Denise E Lindquist

I am married with 7 children, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.

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