My wife loathes hunting season. She knew I hunted a lot while we were dating, but I used to fib about how much time I really spent scouting/spotting/hunting. It was a little embarassing to look your fiancee in the eye and tell her that you spend more time in the woods than you spend with her. LMAO.

Now that we're married, she sees the level of obsession, and hates it. More than anything, she hates the fact that it never ends. It's the rut now, next it will be deer camp, after that - shed hunting, then scouting for spring birds, then spring gobbler, then summer varmint hunting and glassing for bucks, then preseason scouting again... then back to the rut. Everything runs together, and it's a year-round event.

We've come to a compromise - she picks one day every weekend. That's "her" day, the other day, I'm in the woods.