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!