I have spent years listening to my husband retell the play by play stories of his kills after a hunt. I finally decided to give it a try this year. I went out with him on the farm and shot my first deer, a buck no less, just a 6 point. Would post pic, but, well you know.

I still love ragging him about how easy hunting is.

I did have an adrenaline rush and sorta understood what he has been going on about all these years. I even had it tracked before he came over to me.
I am gald I have this experience but don't care if I ever go again. However, I have spent the last three days on the Big South Fork doing some fishing and loving it.
My dream is to send him on a huge hunt somewhere out west. He would love that.