My husband is a hunter.
hat is what he told me when we were dating. What he didn’t tell me is that he likes hunting nekked. I discovered this last weekend in a very unusual way…
Friday night – sometime in the middle of the night: Missy Booness has to go peepees and decides to wake me out of a dead sleep to let her out. Okay, okay. So I get up, walk her to the back of the house, open the door to the garage and the door leading outside, and let her out. Then I prop all doors open and return to bed. Just as get to the bed I hear Booboo barking and then some type of fighting (growling, barking, grring, thashing, thumping).
Great – just great. I bet the pit bull from next door got out again.
I run to the garage and flip on the light. What I see in the garage is not a pit bull chewing on my Booboo, but a raccoon!
Screaming, “Gary” at the top of my lungs, I figured the coon would run out… light, noise, human. But no, that big, fat, overgrown rat is still fighting by sweet baby. Scanning the garage (which is full of junk), my eyes alight on something that might work as a weapon - A full sprayer (gallon variety) of bug poison. I grab it, raise it high over my head, and bring it down hard onto the coon.
I guess that gave Booboo the out that she needed because before I knew it, she was behind me and I was between her and the crazy coon. Just as I prepared to swing the sprayer again, Gary grabbed the back of my nightie and pulled me out of the way. He got in between me and the crazy coon (which by the way was the biggest varmint that I’ve seen. It was about half the size of Booboo --- easily 25-30 lbs).
And Gary screamed at the coon, stomped his feet, and shook the paint brush extender (pole) that he had managed to grab. I guess it was just too much for the crazy coon – first getting smashed by a bug poison sprayer, then yelled at by a nekked hunter.
The coon ran.
Then nekked hunter chased it outside and into the back yard.
Still nekked…
That’s my hubby – protector of all that is dear to him. Chasing a coon outside in the middle of the night – nekked.
Heh… he is kinda cute at that!
hat is what he told me when we were dating. What he didn’t tell me is that he likes hunting nekked. I discovered this last weekend in a very unusual way…
Friday night – sometime in the middle of the night: Missy Booness has to go peepees and decides to wake me out of a dead sleep to let her out. Okay, okay. So I get up, walk her to the back of the house, open the door to the garage and the door leading outside, and let her out. Then I prop all doors open and return to bed. Just as get to the bed I hear Booboo barking and then some type of fighting (growling, barking, grring, thashing, thumping).
Great – just great. I bet the pit bull from next door got out again.
I run to the garage and flip on the light. What I see in the garage is not a pit bull chewing on my Booboo, but a raccoon!
Screaming, “Gary” at the top of my lungs, I figured the coon would run out… light, noise, human. But no, that big, fat, overgrown rat is still fighting by sweet baby. Scanning the garage (which is full of junk), my eyes alight on something that might work as a weapon - A full sprayer (gallon variety) of bug poison. I grab it, raise it high over my head, and bring it down hard onto the coon.
I guess that gave Booboo the out that she needed because before I knew it, she was behind me and I was between her and the crazy coon. Just as I prepared to swing the sprayer again, Gary grabbed the back of my nightie and pulled me out of the way. He got in between me and the crazy coon (which by the way was the biggest varmint that I’ve seen. It was about half the size of Booboo --- easily 25-30 lbs).
And Gary screamed at the coon, stomped his feet, and shook the paint brush extender (pole) that he had managed to grab. I guess it was just too much for the crazy coon – first getting smashed by a bug poison sprayer, then yelled at by a nekked hunter.
The coon ran.
Then nekked hunter chased it outside and into the back yard.
Still nekked…
That’s my hubby – protector of all that is dear to him. Chasing a coon outside in the middle of the night – nekked.
Heh… he is kinda cute at that!
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