Because being married to a hunter is practically its own season — opener, rut, and “sorry, I can’t, it’s hunting day again.” While he’s in a tree stand bonding with wildlife, I’m home bonding with coffee and sanity. Here you’ll find the gear he swears by, gifts that keep him out of Bass Pro for a minute, and survival strategies for every hunting season. Welcome to the wild life of a Hunting Wife — chaos included.