Monday, June 1, 2009

Tova's Moving Extravaganza - Gidget

Tova's Moving Extravaganza is proud to introduce Gidget of Fidgeting Gidget who shared this story of something that happened just after she moved and therefore fits my loose criteria for Tova's Moving Extravaganza. Her story even includes pictures! And a great hat! Here's Gidget's story:

I graduated college in May, and after taking a quick maternity leave substitute teaching position until October, I moved up to MI to be closer to my man (The Grouper). Since he's almost 13 years older than me and is quite established in his career, it was best for me to move, since I was just getting ready to start my career. Anyway, that was just a little bit of a back story. I moved in on a Sunday, and the following Thursday was opening day of deer season. The Grouper and two other guys he works with own a hunting cabin in Northern Michigan, so opening day is a big deal. They have a lot of their other co-workers up to the cabin for a "guys weekend" complete with lots of drinking, gambling, probably some porn watching (eww, I know) and playing with guns in hopes of shooting the trophy buck.

Now, being that I had JUST moved in five days prior and that I wasn't employed, so I had spent the entire week sitting at home in his house doing pretty much nothing, I was not too thrilled at the fact that he was going to leave me at home alone for an extended weekend. The Grouper, being the sweetheart that he is, invited me along for opening weekend of deer season. I wasn't too sure about how 10 of his closest friends were going to feel about his girlfriend going along on a testosterone filled trip, but he assured me it would be fine. He also said that he would spare me from staying at the cabin with all of the guys since they'd probably be very drunk and sleeping in every possible space. He got a hotel room for us in town. I was more than pleased, because even though I'd have to be alone for some of the time, he told me that I could sit in the deer blind with him and learn all about hunting, and I wouldn't have to sleep in the same cabin as a bunch of drunken neanderthals. The plan sounds great, right?

Well--we left our house late, so by the time we got to the cabin, the hotel was closed and we couldn't check in. Everyone else had left work early and had been drinking for many, MANY hours by the time we got there. One guy was so hammered that he locked his keys in his truck and needed to get some hunting stuff out of it, so he spent two hours trying to pick the lock with a hanger. The Grouper drove him over to another cabin (since he was the only one sober enough) because he thought maybe he had left his keys there. Nope. He came back, kept trying to pick the lock, and then finally, affter another hour, realized that the back window was open the whole time. Dumbass. This is the stuff I dealt with. They all looked at me like I was stupid for being there---although once they realized I could drink beer and pretend to be one of the guys, they burped, scratched, drank, and talked dirty. The Grouper and I ended up sleeping on a pullout couch in a room with three other guys...and one wore long underwear. When he woke up the next morning, he itched his balls, stretched, and then farted. Eww. When I looked at him in disgust and disbelief, he simply said, "Welcome to deer camp, sweetie." At that point I realized I needed to stop being such a prude and embrace this once-in-a-lifetime experience (because let me tell you, a girl only needs to go to deer camp once...that's enough.)

We were in the deer blind by 5:30AM. It was so dark walking out there. I wore camoflage everything, and of course I had to buy the bright orange Elmer Fudd hat, because it ain't worth doin' if it ain't done right. I at least had to look the part, even though I've never shot a gun before.

The Grouper told me that I had to be absolutely quiet and I only should move when it was completely necessary. Ok, fine. Then I started hearing the mouse feet running around, and I noticed the little mousy remnants they left everywhere....and I started to hyperventilate. I. HATE. MICE. But I sat quietly, my eyes shifting back and forth, looking for rodents. Then my little toesies started to get cold. The Grouper decided to light a fire in the little makeshift stove that was in the deer blind. He opened the door.........and out scurried 3 mice! I screamed, but I clapped my hand over my mouth. He squished one of them with his big hunting boots. Then I felt better.

We saw a few deer, but they were too far away for an accurate shot. We went back out before dusk, and it was the same result--we saw some, but it was getting too far away to shoot at them. Then we hear a loud BANG. One of the Grouper's buddies got a deer. I spent the next two hours trudging through the woods trying to track the thing with three other guys. Once we found it, it was then deemed my job to hold the flashlight as they "field dressed" it....also known as slitting it from throat to butt and dumping out the guts. It sounds gross, but I was always the fascinated student during the frog dissections, so it was kinda cool. We put it on the back of a four wheeler to get it out of the woods, loaded it in the truck, and took it into town. On opening day of deer season, the big bucks are brought in to the town square to hang on the "Buck Pole." It sounds gross, once again, but that day is one that the die-hard hunters look forward to, and they're very proud to display their trophies.

This was an experience I never would have had if I hadn't been such a wimp about staying home in a new environment. I'm glad I was a wimp, because I learned a lot of stuff and gained an appreciation for a hobby that lots of people have that I had always considered barbaric. **If you consider it barbaric, sorry....it's really fun, I promise, and the deer population is too high, and deer meat tastes great!** Anyway, the moral of my now much-too-long post is, don't be afraid to try new things, especially when you're moving to a new place! You never know, you might like it!

21 comments:

KekeLynn said...

hahaha!!! Love it! Growing up in Wisconsin, I can completely relate to this story! Although I want to make it clear I have never, and would never, kill a cute deer! haha

M.J.Y said...

A good read, found your blog through it being a blog-of-note; and it seems worthy of it....not to sure on the old deer hunting though, although I suppose from being on the other side of the 'pond' it isn't something we have to / get much chance to do!

How bout popping over to: doweneedanotherhero.blogspot (and sharing it with fellow bloggers)

RecoveringActor said...

Bless your heart, Gidget... I probably would have squealed and ran away at the thought of mice. BLECH. My family are hunters... but I've never been. I don't know how I'd feel about the deer gutting... so more power to ya.

Fidgeting Gidget said...

I never said I personally would kill one....because I don't think I could, but it was interesting to see how "the other half" lives on their hunting excursions.

Optimistic Pessimist (formerly known as marathoner81) said...

I don't know gidget...Not sure if I could hold still like that and NOT talk! Great story, but I just don;t think I could do it!

Meandering Me said...

Gidget, how freaking impressive.
I don't know how you sat still for so long... I don't have a problem with mice, deer, guns or beer-chugging-neanderthals. I do however, have a very hard time sitting still!
Also, good job on getting out and doing something when you were new to the area! :)

E said...

HA HA HA! I was kind of shell shocked when I moved to Idaho for school. There were a lot of hunters and I had never really been around people who hunted.

Of course I was getting an Agricultural Degree so I had a lot of classes with them.

I also had to take a class called Animal Production for Human Consumption. I found it really interesting and none of the animals were treated cruelly. But basically they showed us how animals are slaughtered and then butchered into the cuts of meat available at stores. I saw it all from start to finish.

Yea for you for trying something new!

Children of the Nineties said...

I don't know if I could handle the deer hunting, but it definitely sounds like an experience! The testosterone filled weekend reminds me of this past weekend, when I stayed at my boyfriend's apartment along with an entire bachelor party for a friend's wedding.

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HappyMedium said...

Uh, I would not have been able to do this. Having to be quiet? I haven't shut my mouth since I was a shy elementary school kid.

Even in law school, I had to say something to my seat buddy during lectures. Once, a girl who had graduated from Duke came in late with a latte and shorts that showed her buns!

I had to say it, "It's Triple Major from Duke in her Daisy Dukes."

HappyMedium said...

Tova, I would love to submit my moving story. It's all about road tripping from Pasadena, CA to Sparks, NV, basically through the deserts, at night, in the summer, with dog, cat, hubby, and 6 year old daughter and lots of Rock Star.

All this in a malfunctioning car that's built to race Pike's Peak, climb snowy mountains, etc.

Can I be a guest blogger?

Jen said...

Good story. I noticed your blog on Blog-of-Note. Congrats.

primavera123 said...

Something to add to your list of things that you once thought of as Eewww, but can actually be cool; Porn.

maria cruz said...

Fantastic! You are a better woman than me. After 17 years I have yet to go hunting with my husband. I do love the meat in the freezer. I kill deer the accidental way, with my car.

Lady Jane said...

you definately can rock the hunting outfit!!!!

Ms. Quinsey Mc'Clairington said...

Oh my gosh, you are too funny! My hubby and I both are into hunting and this year will be the first time we go together. Definitely cool to hear a newbie's side of the story, although I've never been with that 'manly' of a group...yet... :)

Hap said...

Killing deer I can probably take. But squishing a mouse with my boot? Gross! Haha! Nice blog, found it on blogs of note, by the way. Looking forward to reading more of it so keep it up!

Robb Sempurai said...

Your mother in law read this?

Jin said...

I got bored with the story a couple paragraphs into it, but the pictures made me realize,
You really didn't want to stay home by yourself? Really?

Megan said...

Sounds quite interesting. Nasty. But interesting.

In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks. ~ Calvin & Hobbes