“Honey, can you shoot me a bison?”
I’ll never forget the summer of 2005, when my gorgeous wife walked into my office, while I was cleaning my guns and talking to my two hunting bros about our next adventure, and asked me to hunt a buffalo.
‘We’d get a freezer full of meat and a bison shoulder mount would look beautiful on our walls,” she said.
Let’s see… a wife asking her husband, in our paranormal state of aggravated pussification, to go hunting, bank some grub and then have the beast mounted and displayed proudly upon the walls? All I had to say …read more
Via:: Patriot Outdoor News