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


She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out

hunting in that stuff?"