I’m the wife of a hunter, which means I spend October through… well… forever pretending hunting season actually ends. This is where I share the laughs, the lessons, and the camo-covered craziness.

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Hunting season number 548… done.
Well, done-ish. We still have second season in January… and then predator hunting. Because apparently there’s always another season.

Every archery season in October starts with the same promise:

“I’ll get my big buck early and be done.”

Cute, right?

But the real timeline goes more like:
That buck isn’t big enough in October.
Still not big enough in November.
Still trying right into rifle season because — let’s be honest — if you tag out in archery, then there is no rifle season. And where’s the fun in that?

This year’s plot twist: long-distance shooting.
All thanks to my future son-in-law for extending the invitation.
And as we all know… new experience = new gear.
(Insert wife eye roll + credit card panic.)

Sure, that means more gift ideas… but these are expensive gift ideas. Like, “Guess I’m the one getting socks for Christmas” expensive.

Anyway, the buck this year was shot at 500, maybe 600, could’ve been 700 yards?
I can’t quite remember — hunting season is one big blur of camo and coffee at this point.

Was it the monster buck he swore would show up?
Of course not.
Was it mountable?
Of course yes.
(Thank goodness for a European mount — cheaper. Small victories.)

Now that the big event is “over,” we might be able to do something Christmassy the next two weekends.
Might being the key word.

Because just when I start dreaming about twinkle lights and hot cocoa…

Predator hunting begins.

Days become nights.
Nights become… well… darker nights.
And the next season kicks off — ready or not.

Send caffeine.
And maybe a lock for the Cabela’s credit card.

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Thanks for surviving Hunting Season #548 with me. Until the next round of Coffee, Chaos & Camo… 🦌☕🎄