- My husband and I have a home right in the middle of mountainous terrain in the Laurel Highlands area of Pennsylvania. We go there mostly on weekends and quite a lot during fall hunting, spring hunting and trout fishing seasons. He does his thing with his hunting and fishing and I play around with my Boxer Chloe who is eight years old and my new baby boxer C.J., (which stands for Chloe Jr.) who is six months old. Of course they love it; they can run and do their thing whenever and wherever they want. We are right in the middle of the mountain with no neighbors or any kind of human life. Spooky huh?My passion, besides my husband, my grandchildren and dogs, is cooking. When I am in the mood, I will cook up different kinds of meals and freeze them for our next trip. I get really excited when the hubbie brings home the "small game" and of course "trout." I will cook them up, after they are cleaned, of course. The "Whitetails" are different. He has to do his thing with those a nd when it is all ready, we will package up the meat and freeze it. Oh man nothing like spaghetti and meatballs made from deer meatOkay, back to the story. My husband is a hunter. In all my 57 years of life, I have never seen a glimpse of a "deer." Oh yeah, he will say to me while riding in our car, "did you see that deer," way after we have passed one. Or, "look at those deer tracks." Now, how would I know what deer tracks look like when I have never seen one? The only tracks I know are my dogs, and sometimes I do not even notice them.One night he baited the deer with corn. He used a 20 lb bag of corn just to make sure they would come out. We were in our bedroom, which is also the sun-room area of the house. He was spotting with his big flashlight and binoculars. After about ten minutes, his boredom turned into exuberance. He practically broke my arm to get me up to see. And see I did. He shined his big flashlight, which now I know is called a spotlight (duh!) on them and I almost fainted. Total exhilaration went through my body when I saw the glare of their eyes and how majestic they truly are. There they were, one six point buck, a bunch of doe and two babies with white spots chowing down the corn like there was no tomorrow. Literally, that is true because the hunters where we live are hard core hunters. Who knows what could happen to them, especially when deer season started the following Monday.There are so many things that fascinate me about the species. They run like gazelles. Their long thin legs never seem to hit the ground. It seems as though they are flying, and they are fast. They can be so agile but yet they are an animal of incredible beauty and power. That is one animal you do not want to mess with.When it is small game season we naturally go to our "mountain" home. This is all new to me because I never actually saw anyone hunt an animal. I am an animal lover and it really freaked me out to see what I coined "Lazy Day Hunting." T his is when my husband sits in our sun-room and stares out the windows with his binoculars. I know the "squirrels" are out there because I can see their nests in the abundant trees on our property. His exact words were "once you see a flash of their tail, bingo. Make sure you have a clean shot before you let one rip." I am not a girl, in the sense that men use the term, but there is a limit. He thinks I will be fine once he cleans them and awards me their tails. But once they are cleaned, I go into the creation mode. I never cook the same way twice. Probably because I do not remember how I did it the last time. But I have had no complaints so far.From what I am told, "turkey" hunting is almost always a male dominated sport. There is fall and spring turkey hunting seasons. I prefer to go to the mountains in the fall and stay for the holidays. You know what that means...my husband better get a turkey. They say that the turkey has the keenest hearing of all the game out there. My husband wears a completely different ''camouflage" outfit when he goes turkey hunting. The only thing you see are two blue eyes peeking out at you. Every part of his body is covered with camouflage. It is quite funny if you can envision it.The thing I find interesting is the "turkey call." I could not believe it when he came home with this thing to call turkeys. Some experienced hunters have mastered the call without the help of an inanimate object. They also use decoys, plastic turkeys. Come on now. I cannot even begin to understand why. I guess the little boy is in all men, no matter what kind of activity is involved.All I know about his "fishing" expeditions is he goes to a running stream, stands there all day and uses this line with live worms and all kinds of things that are disgusting to me. The real pleasure of fishing for me is that I can conjure up something to eat when he brings a bunch home. And there is another thing I do not understand. Why do they throw the fish back in? Isn't that the whole point of standing there all day?I could go on and on about the whole hunting fishing thing. We have a website called You can get some answers there on how and why these sports are so popular. Another thing you must read "Daze outside; The Misadventures of an outdoorsman extraordinaire." It is a comedy and covers the misadventures of all topics. This should be required reading for all hunters and anglers alike.For more information visit www
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