Hunting is over and fishing in our neck of the woods has yet to begin.  Well, unless you’re an ice fishing fanatic.  Which I’m not.

Because I eat cupcakes.

Crack crack crack … broken ice.

So our house has been quiet from all the hunting and fishing smack until our fishing trip in April.  Our dinner conversations now include; work, politics, local politics and work.  As far as work issues, it’s been one of those weeks.   I’ve had a few things I wanted to write but it just didn’t happen.

Our refrigerator is bare which means carryout. Sure I can pull something from the freezer downstairs like venison or maybe fish because that’s what fills your freezer when you’re married to the outdoors guy.  But I haven’t been in that freezer in about 2 weeks since one of our dinner conversations:

Me:  Did you hear so and so on the radio this morning?  I am so disappointed.

Mark: No.

Huffing and puffing me:  Well…&^&^%

Mark:  Oh before you finish there’s a coyote in the freezer downstairs.

Me: Huh?

Mark: There’s a coyote in the freezer.

Me:  A frozen coyote?  In our freezer?

Mark:  Yes.

Me:  The whole body?

Mark:  Yes.

Oh help me: There’s a whole body coyote in our freezer?  Standing on all fours … frozen? In our freezer? With head and all? In our freezer?

Mark: Jody

I’m still trying to figure out how it’s in there.  In a bag?  Laying across my meat?  Frozen stiff on all fours?

And I’m not about to go look.  I’m not.  I won’t.

And I think I read online once a duck hunter’s wife went to get a duck out of the freezer and it was still alive.

Oh what happen to you?  My husband had a coyote in the freezer and it jumped out and attacked me.

Oh heavens to coyote stiff mounts. That thing is not going in my living room.

Have a good day all … if that garage is good enough for my 6 pt deer well it’s good enough for stiffy in there.

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