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Reminds me of a story....

Something funny happened on the way to work this morning. (again)

Driving north on I39 I see a truck pulled over. Causing a bit of a back up, but no REAL big deal. As I get closer, I see the driver in the median. With a saw. And a dead buck. He was sawing off the rack. Of a roadkill deer.

Cracked me up. And reminded me of a story......

Long ago, in my "other" life I had a husband. My husband was a huge hunter. And by default a fisherman. It was lucky for all the men in my life at that time that we hadabout 20 acres of dense woods as well as a private lake on our farm. Stocked with blue gill and bass. (hmm - on a side note can I tell you how badly I am craving pan fried blue gill with some fried potatoes and onions? anyway....)

Now, I should tell you a couple of things at this point. Most important my house was decorated for the men in my life. Pictures of deer and other critters. Very masucline. The only thing remotely feminie were my candles and we actually needed them for when we had one of our numerous power outages.

Anyway - The one thing I would not allow in my house were dead animals. Period. If we had had a "man room" then no problem. But we didn't so that was that. I didn't put my foot down often, but that was a real sore spot with me.

Ok - so with the job I had at the time I was traveling a lot. (hmmm sounds kinda familiar). I came home from one particularly long, stressful customer visit to find......a large plaque on the wall with a huge large mouth bass in place of the only art work that I really like.

Oh no. NOT gonna happen. Plus, I didn't remember him saying anything about catchin' something like that. And believe me - there would have been stories. Unending stories.

To add to my unhappiness, his ex-wife was sitting in my living room upon my arrival. So - that sets the stage. I'm tired, hungry and outta sorts. I walk in my home to find a dead fish and an exwife in my living room. Lovely......not.

Folks - I lost it. Honest. I blew a gasket. Something I NEVER did. But this was more than I could handle.

I pulled that thing off my wall and tossed it on the floor. All the while ranting and raving as only a deeply pissed off Italian woman can.

The exwife stepped into the fray. SHE loved the fish and offered to take it off our hands. I couldn't get it, or her, out of my house fast enough.

After a bit more ranting on my part it was discovered that flippin' fish wasn't even something he caught. He bought the damned thing at a garage sale.

So - to recap, he wanted to put a fugly fish that someone else caught on my living room wall. Yeah, like that is even a remote possibility.

I decided not to spoil the joy of said exwife. She took great pleasure in telling everyone what a bitch I was for not dotting on my husband's manly skills. grimace It was a couple of years later that I finally told her the whole story - and that was only because I was sick and tired of hearin' about it from her. I saw the damned thing in the trash in front of her house the next time I picked up the boys.

But what is it with wanting to put something in your home that you didn't even kill? I thought it was all about the trophy, the braggin' rights?

Anyway watchin' that trucker this morning, standing on the side of the road hackin' off that rack just made me laugh. Would love to hear the story that goes with that one........

Posted by Tammi at November 6, 2006 10:45 AM | TrackBack