Some more thoughts on hunting:
There is my hunter husband on the first day of the bow hunt. It was a new experience: camo, sunflower seeds, sagebrush, lots of cattle, etc.
And there we both are. The elk cow is around my neck. I am wearing a camo shirt. This is a scary picture for me, because I was always the hiker with Chacos, Nalgene bottle, Columbia jacket, etc. who didn’t like hunters because they got in the way of hiking in the fall.
But while I know Dillon is a hunter, and while he managed to get me into camoflauge, I still see him more as this . . .
. . . that sweet little returned missionary in a suit and tie that I met in the single’s ward.