Chasse à l'orignal / Moose Hunt

Last weekend was moose hunting season... and if you've been following the blog, you discovered that JM put my name in for the the draw to increase his chances of going moose hunting... I was trying to be supportive of what he loves doing, telling myself: what are the odds I get picked?? Well, I got picked. So almost 6 months pregnant, JM brings me out for moose hunting. I'm a good sport aren't I?? I had no idea what I was getting myself into or what I was doing. JM told me what to wear, got me ready, told me what to do, what to bring... and here I am, ready to go on day 1 - whatever that means. And yes, that really is a confused look on my face: I didn't quite know how to feel about the whole thing yet, all I knew is that I was ready to try it out.

On day 2, here is JM in a stand... I eventually went up to join him, it was so boring on the ground! And the view up there was amazing. Although it would still get boring up there after a few hours... but it was nice to experience what JM's passionate about. And I think he enjoyed having his wife out there with him. ;)

But no moose. NO MOOSE. I didn't even see or hear one. The boys, Mark and Tony apparently did and were close a few times. It must have been my frequent need to pee, my sniffling, my laboured walk with too-big boots, my constantly readjusting of the non-prego pants which were oh-so-not comfortable sitting in a bush. So the prego situation probably did not bring JM any luck. But I think the boys had fun anyways.

So I experienced it... and it was great to do so to see what JM is so passionate about. But I don't think I'll be putting my name in next year! Thanks for the hunting experience boys! ;)