I wasn’t looking forward to the weekend, at all, but I got through it. A cabin where people keep coming in and out is not conducive to sleep. The cabin and my bed were each a box of rough plywood. My home-brought bedding was not enough to make up for that. The food was not enjoyable and the people were not like me and not easy to relate to. I got a real look into a world I will never be part of, the world of hunters.
But, I ticked two things off my bucket list – trying archery and learning how to shoot a gun. The archery was interesting, peaceful, and I’d like to do it again. The shooting was smelly and noisy, but interesting. They were only .22 guns, but I learned several different actions and loading mechanisms. Did you know that not only shotguns make that chick-chick sound? No, a .22 can have a slide action, as well, even though it holds a wee little .22 cartridge, or what we non-hunters would usually call a bullet. I could have shot some higher powered rifles, but they were very noisy and smelly. People were talking about getting addicted to the activity and the smell. I’m addicted to quiet, so I think I’m immune to any gun habit.
And finally, when I got back, tired as hell and covered in bruises, I went off to a beekeeping club and learned a heck of a lot about bees. How to identify the queen, drones, and workers. How the workers develop through their life stages. How to test for varroa mites. I even saw a couple bees hatching out of their cells. We were examing about 40 frames or dividing sections, looking for the queen bee. Since you have to kill some bees to test for mites, you wanna make sure the queen isn’t in there. She’s expensive and critical to the life of the hive. I liked the bee keepers, except when they drowned the bees in alcohol and didn’t even try to rescue them with some water afterwards. I had to be the one to bring that up and do it.
So, bucket list triple hit. Can’t say I’ve done that before. Nor hit anything off my bucket list in years.