I know I"™ve been quiet, but it"™s my husband who"™s the hunter, and I love to pick up tips for him and read more about his favorite hobby. And now I am going to seem so random for this post, but I swear, it actually is kind of helpful so bare with me! When I help my hubby pack for a hunting trip, I include all the usual staples one would expect"¦ but there is something else I"™ve found. I stumbled onto and got one of those collapsible containers. Now I can pack my leftovers for his trip, and he can fold it up in the pack when done"¦ it"™s so helpful and I really hope y"™all don"™t mind me telling you about it! Be careful out there!
Oh, BTW....I have something even better....it's called a "zip lock bag" After I'm done with my sandwich, it folds up into a little bitty square that I can slip in my coin pocket of my jeans....beat that!
This guywas like the30 year old virgin, and his mommy and/or girlfriend have to pack him little lunches when we go out hunting.Honest to god.30 years old, and mommy still packed himbags of moon pies, because he's too babyfied to do it himself. You just look at him and shake your head. Wow. How do people like this exist?
Another time, we were going out, and he stunklike ass. His shirt looked like he slept in the damn thing. So I say "Dude, WTF?" His response was: "Mom was too busy to do my laundry, so I had to wear theseclothes again." My blood pressure instantly went up to about 400.
Another time he's all pissed and pouty-facedbecause "mom washed my coat and took my hat out of the pocket." So god forbid he had to hunt without his special little hat.
WTF?
Seriously, how are there grown men on this planet who are this big of sissies? They're like big, overgrown, sweatyvaginas.
How can people function in society for 20, 30, 40, 50 years,but stillbe completely babyfied in every possible way? I mean seriously. It's a whirlpool wash machine, not the USS Enterprise. Just put your clothes in it with some soapand press "ON" for chrissakes. How hard is it, really, to pack a lunch to go shoot animals for a few hours? Or keep track of your own hunting gear, for that matter?
"MOM! Where are my hunting boots??!!" Honest to god - I hear stuff like this, and I'd like to whale 'em in the domepiece with one of those big red whiffle-ball bats. You're a grown man, and you can't even manage to keep track of your own hunting gear?Seriously.
In 29 years, I don't think I've ever had to ask my mommy or my girlfriend or my wife to help me launder my hunting clothes or pack my gear or make me a cutesy-pie little lunchbox with leftovers and Twinkie cakes inside.
wife of a hunter
and got one of those collapsible containers. Now I can pack my leftovers for his trip, and he can fold it up in the pack when done"¦ it"™s so helpful and I really hope y"™all don"™t mind me telling you about it! Be careful out there!
