Hunting Families bring a lot to the table! When Scott and I first married, I resented that he hunted SO much. Seriously, when we were dating he hunted every morning before work and every evening after work. After we married he cut back to only hunting Friday, Saturday, and Sunday afternoons.
I still felt that was still too much.
I wanted to be first in his life and felt that I was playing second fiddle to this mistress of sorts. How very foolish of me not to understand that he was wired to provide and protect and to live for adventure. He just seemed to have an extra dose of that special hormone. One day as I was praying, it all of the sudden occurred to me that I was “bucking” my husband and choosing not to be happy when he didn’t bend to my wishes. That day, I decided to trust Scott to care for me as he saw fit and that I was going to be happy no matter what. That was one of the best decisions I have ever made. He has loved me with the very core of his being and hunting is still just as much his passion as it ever has been. The stories of my learning to “bend” with him instead of “buck” him are many indeed, but that is for another day.