The first time Jeff took me home to meet his family on the other side of the country, he checked in on his guns. Cleaned them, oiled them, put them away. He tried to teach me about them, wanted to show me how to hold them, shared memories and family history.
I refused to so much as touch them.
Fast forward to a clear, cold November afternoon and I’m asking if he will teach me how to shoot.
What the . . . ???
We laughed, because it really is ridiculous how far I have changed in the last 6 years or so since that first trip home.
But, circumstances change and so do people. I would never in a million years have said I would want to hold a gun, never mind learn to shoot one.
Then a big, healthy, bold coyote came strolling down my drive in broad daylight.
We both immediately brought to mind a line from one of our favourite plays Wingfield Farms. If you haven’t heard of Rob Beattie and you farm, you must watch.
The story follows a Toronto stock broker who moves to the country (not far from where my hubby grew up) and tries his hand at farming.
You will wet your pants laughing. We saw this show live a few years back and we were the youngest ones there. It’s a one man show. Just sublime.
Anyway. There is one scene where he is having trouble with a protected species of hawk killing his livestock. He can’t shoot the hawk because of it’s protected status and goes through quite a bit of trouble trying to figure out what to do.
Then one day he comes home and the hawk is suddenly gone.
His wife simply states, matter-of-factly :