I gotta say, I miss what I had with Carol. We were both young, and madly in love for each other. Marrying her was the reason I joined the Army, and as a soldier, I wasn’t the best of husbands.
I got out after 4 years, and we returned home to where we’d grown up. For nearly 20 years things were great. I matured, got over the hell raising, and as Ben got older I became a pretty good father, a much better husband, and a pretty good provider.
But I guess as I matured, so did she, in a different direction. She handed me the ring and moved out.
A few months later, I took her out for Mother’s Day, and after an hour or so, I realized that this wasn’t the girl I’d married, and I really didn’t enjoy her company.
For about a year and a half, I didn’t give a crap if I woke up in the morning or not.
I ain’t trying to be a downer. It really don’t take much to make me happy.
Squirrel come in a couple weeks ago, and I got a stainless Ruger American in .22LR that’ll put 5 shots into a nickel at 35 yards! (I kid you not)
I also have a little honey hole full of Fox Squirrels and Grays, and just me and Ben and Penny knows where it’s at!
Once we get a frost and the leaves come down, me and that Ruger’s gonna do some hunting! I hope to hell I can convince Penny to go along.
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