deer hunting

I've discovered several pros to hunting. 

1. I get to dress up in camo attire which is warm and makes me feel like a general bad ass. (Sidenote: I appreciate that all of the girl camo has pink writing.)

2. The sunrise is gorgeous and I don't otherwise get up for sunrise. (Sidenote: each time I see a sunrise or sunset I wonder why I don't make it a point to watch them more often. It is breathtakingly beautiful each time.)

3. Jared and I get a fast food breakfast after hunting which I just adore recently as I'm always hungry and the more carbs and fat, the better. (Sidenote: I had no idea that the peanut inside me could make this hungry. Desserts are generally too sweet right now, but I just love something hearty, creamy, and salty.)

4. I get to hang out with Jared although we're supposed to be really quiet in the blind and it's hard not to chat. Everything seems funny when I'm not supposed to make any noise.  (Sidenote: I am so that person that gets tickled at the wrong time. Just go ahead and throw me the evil stare now and save us the time later.)

5. I get to take a nap later in the day. I like taking a nap every now and then. It feels luxurious and all vacation-like. (Sidenote: If I sleep too long during a nap, I get a monster headache and feel groggy the rest of the day. It goes from fun to party-over in an extra 30 minutes.)

The con of hunting:

I don't get to kill or even see a deer during each excursion. I've been twice now with no luck. It's how I always felt about fishing in that I wanted a fish on each time I cast the line. Obviously, I dealt with that expectation since I adore fly fishing and am no where near lucky or good enough to catch a fish each time.