Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed
quietly, made my lunch, grabbed my shotgun and the dog, slipped
quietly into the garage to load the truck, and proceeded to back
out into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing
50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and
discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back
into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a
different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is
terrible."
She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out
hunting in that stuff?"
