I started blogging several years ago (not going to admit how long ago it was) under the handle of "HuntsLikeAGirl". It was a fun way to share my initial hunting experiences, as they were numerous, hilarious and sometimes unbelievable, therefore I felt they needed to be shared with world. The outlet I chose was a blog named, "Scent Free Lip Gloss." After reading through the archives, some of these are worth sharing again. You're welcome.
Today's Throwback Thursday blog post.... Hunt Farting!
Someone shared this video at work the other day... I caught myself laughing out loud in my cube. Loudly. I then thought, "Oh dear, I've been in the woods too long. What if I actually farted in public and didn't realize it." Then more laughing was heard from the unconfined walls of my cubicle.
If you are a hunter, you know what I'm talking about. Hunt farting. The socially acceptable version of farting. Hey, you are in the woods. The animals don't care. Your hunting partners don't care. Well, maybe, they don't care. At least you *think* they don't. Plus everyone wants to test out their scent free clothing, so you fart loudly and proudly proclaim, "Scent Blocker!"
I learned quickly during my first few seasons out in the woods that what happens in the woods, stays in the woods. This includes passing gas while you walk over fallen timber. I can still remember some of the looks I received from the guys when I first let one slip. Hey, the guys aren't the only ones that want to put scent blocker clothing to the test!
I'll admit that hunt farting has become a norm in our hunting camp, in fact, maybe too normal. For example, when a newbie was invited to come along on a hunt one evening this past September I forgot that I had just met them. Oops. Hopefully he knows that I really only hunt fart when I'm hunting with my friends that fart. I think I become a different person while out in the woods. I can't help it. It's not my fault that we eat things like Bean Bake which only encourages hunt farting. Well, okay... I did make the Bean Bake, so maybe I'm a little bit at fault
Some days I'm amazed we see any animals at all!
Bean Bake: An Elk meat, bacon & bean collision
I'm not sure I have a point to all of this other than the fact that if you ARE a hunt farter, quit the denial. Hunt farting is farting. We hunt. We fart. Hunt farting.
From the Draw
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