Well congratulations to the lady! I often thought how great it would have been to have my wife eager to hunt with me. But what she most wanted from my hunting, aside from the annual supply of elk flesh, was the time off it gave her from me. She was the world’s happiest hunting widow. 😳 Closest I came was my great hunting buddy Erica. In most ways she was superior to any man I’ve ever hunted with, or maybe just more pleasant company and far easier to look at. Yet when she came down the mountain with blood to her elbows and said she needed packing help, I knew the elk would be perfectly quartered, boned and bagged, ready to pack. From what I’ve seen, too many men/husbands who take their wives hunting are not the best, most patient teachers, and that impatience more than anything puts ’em off. Something tells me you will be different. Enjoy!
