Posted on November 22, 2010 at 3:25pm
It is that time of year again: hunting season. My husband, GWH, goes hunting every year. It is his passion. And every year at the end of the hunt, he starts planning for next year’s hunt. He lives, eats, breathes hunting and plans everything to the umpteenth degree.
GWH stands for Great White Hunter, as a few friends and I jokingly call him, but it may as well stand for Gentleman Who Hunts. When you think of a hunter, do you conjure an image of some trigger-happy, red neck in an… Continue