Today is the day. I’ve finally worked up the courage and am cleaning Billy’s guns from last pheasant season. I knew it would bring a flood emotions but I’m doing okay. Billy and I were lucky to enjoy a unique relationship. We were best friends and hunting buddies. And after a long day roaming the fields for pheasants we would come home and while he would prepare dinner, I would clean the guns. I really enjoy cleaning and handling guns. Cooking, on the other hand, is not my forte. Billy didn’t care for the strong smells of the solvents and much preferred to cook, so we had a great system. We made such a great team. I personally enjoy the smell of Hoppes #9!
Billy and I started dating as juniors in high school and he told me upfront that hunting will always be a part of his life and who he is and if I’m not okay with that then I can take a hike. Doe-eyed and already swooned by this sweet boy who stole my heart, I happily agreed. And I asked him if I can come with. I didn’t realize at the time how lucky I was that he said yes. Not every guy wants to share his hunting life with his girlfriend/wife, and I’m so thankful for the world Billy introduced me to. Before long I fell in love with hunting, guns, telling terrible jokes around a campfire, beer, the deer shack… and of course him. He was the best hunting buddy a wife could ask for and I’m going to miss him forever.
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