Buckless Bob

I don’t talk hunting much except with Bob. Or sometimes he is referred to as Bobby or we can use his nickname given to him by his friends – Buckless Bob.  And I don’t have to tell you why.  It’s one of those names that needs no explanation.  Poor Bob.

Bobby, as I refer to him as, is my hairdresser’s husband.  And every hunting season Bobby and I talk hunting.  Not by my choice of course.  And just as hunting season opens, Bobby will ask, “So I suppose Mark already got his 25 point buck.”  Because that’s what buckless Bobs say. And if I were a real hunter’s wife I’d carry a picture in my wallet to show Buckless what he’s missing.  But I’m not and … well … I’d rather not rub it in.

Poor Bob.

Because I’m not mean like that.

I focus on other things besides hunting, camouflage and big @ss bucks.

I just focus on hats above ears that remind me of  Devo that sings Whip It.  Whip it good.

When they sing -  “Crack that whip” now I’m ganna say, “Smack that buck”.

Have a good day all and here’s hoping Buckless Bob will have a new nickname when this hunting season ends.