The Pastor is supposed to be moose hunting this week. For those of you who don't know, Moose hunting is a once in a lifetime thing (at least in Idaho). He's tried to get his permit to hunt one for about 15 of our 19 married years and has never been chosen. But this year was different. This was his year. Monday was supposed to be his first day of hunting and Saturday night he started coming down with the flu.
Even though he and I have had some pretty heated "discussions" regarding if and where he could hang a ginormous moose head in our living room, I definitely didn't want him to miss his first big day of moose hunting. But he did. And he missed the second one too. The clock is ticking...he has 14 days to hunt his moose and right now he can barely get out of bed.