The Fine Print

So apparently I married a hunter. It must have been in the fine print. I don't know how I missed it when we were dating at BYU. I must have been thrown off by the Doc. Martins and girbaud jeans he was disguised in at the time. I remember him mentioning it once or twice over the past 11 years, but it never sank in until this past Thanksgiving when we were in Utah. His mom and Boyd hosted the first annual "Turkey day shoot" on the morning of Thanksgiving Day. (as a side note, we didn't actually shoot turkeys, Hanna was very confused by this, we shot clay discs. Jared informed me that night that he was going to buy a gun safe and bring his guns home. (he's been storing them in Utah by orders of me until they could be in a safe at our house).
So you can imagine my surprise as I entered Sportman's Warehouse today for the first time and entered a whole different world! I was trying to find a present for Jared that would actually be a surprise for Christmas (he usually picks out everything). I had no idea where to start!! I was so distracted by the John Wayne framed art, stuffed elk heads everywhere, and twangy country music playing over the loud speaker. Thankfully, a flannel shirt, wrangler wearin' employee saw my dazed expression and helped me with all my questions. We were on our way in no time and as I exited the store and spotted the familiar palm trees, I found myself saying whoaaa... that was interesting.
Its not that I mind this hobby, it just a little foreign to me being raised in suburban america. Jared enjoys it and had a great time at the turkey shoot as one of the four finalists. Carter and I even shot too! So don't be distracted by the skechers and American eagle attire. You can take the boy off the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy. I guess you'll understand when you come visit and we have a stuffed elk hanging above the big screen now.....just kidding....I mean I think Jared was kidding.....maybe I better go consult the fine print.