The Lack of Hunting Heads in Our House

My hubs? Never been a hunting, fishing, belching sort of man. While this might not seem a big deal, I mean, to each his own... you need to understand where we live. Da North. Tundra, El Norte, Up North, Woods, whatever you may call, we are in Huntin' Country. Here? We sell fresh deer urine at gas stations. (Sick, sick, sick) Men go on hunting trips, plan for them for months, salivate over new guns and fishing poles and such. Come October, you start to see orange hanging outside, to get.. actually, I am not sure why they do this. 

My husband? His most exciting time of year is when the MacWorld Expo is on and Steve Jobs is ready to make an announcement. 

So. When a friendly woodchuck showed up at our house last year (much like this little guy) 

My dad kept bugging Core to shoot the thing. He said it would ruin the yard, the wood, blah blah... Finally, Corey borrowed a gun from my dad and shot the thing. It died. (I guess this happens when you shoot something.) Corey was really quiet for a few minutes, then asked me to call my dad to come take care of the body. Turns out, he felt terrible for shooting it. He said he would never kill one again. 

Now, I am fine with this. Whatever, I could care less if he doesn't want to kill Bambi. It does make us oddities in this Land of the North though.

 Like yesterday? When my coworkers were talking about the deer and fish hanging on their walls? I was totally out of the loop.  What kind of sorta North Woods resident am I? Talking about fishing opener? My husband doesn't even know when it is. 

I have no pics of my manly man like this: Holding his catch to show the world. 

I've nary a deer head (or twenty) on my wall to stare at me with it's blank, beady, dead eyes. (Seriously, who would let their spouse do this?) 

And I certainly am not owner of one of whatever the heck sickness that this is. 

No beavers, animal skins, miscellany heads.  I am going to gander a guess that we are the only home in a mile radius (or 19) that has no animal head, Terry Redlin, or fish on the wall.

 My man? He hangs old Mac computer parts on his office walls. (Yes, I am serious.)

I'll take it. And I am guessing the two new woodchucks taking up residence under our deck (Frank and Betty, if you're wondering what I named them) are happy as well. 

** Backstory... Why is hubs not into hunting? I guess that when he was younger, his dad took him out hunting. He shot a deer, and they chased it down. It was still breathing when they found it, struggling not to die. Corey's dad made him touch it as it died, and he watched it die. That was the last time he ever went hunting.

How about you? Are you too an oddity in your area? Do you live in Silicon Valley and hate computers? Next to the Mall of America and hate shopping? (actually, don't tell me that if you do, it would hurt too much.)