The Joy of Love - Day 9 - What They Love

Here is my husband, rather my husband's hand.

And this is his other baby, his bow.

Look at it, just laying there, waiting to be picked up.

This is what Steve likes to do in his abundance of spare time.  He's actually quite good at it, though he has yet to see how good he actually is.  This spring he will put in for every possible hunting tag he can get.  Then we'll see if I have a gigantic elk head in my living room by the end of the year.   I have a spot reserved on the wall already.

He actually has me to thank for this passion/hobby of his.  For our anniversary a couple of years ago, he asked me what I wanted.  I told him I wanted a bow.  Doesn't every wife want a bow?
We have a blast shooting together, even though it's not as often as we would like.

Steve, dear, I hope you get at least one tag.  I'll eat whatever you bring home!