"When I die, just bury me in the woods, so my husband will hunt for me."
My husband (my business partner, and our Designated Broker) goes for a yearly hunting trip. I've posted other blog entries in the past about these trips. Often, it seems, disasters happen when he leaves town. I have had him leave me his Jeep, which promptly stopped working. Once a Tenant tried to shoot his girlfriend with a shotgun blast through a manufactured home wall. It gets interesting.
This year two things are different.
1) Our youngest son, who also hunts, bought a bow. Bow hunting season seems to be pretty well ongoing, and earlier than gun hunting. So they've been out once, and are going again. And again.
But 2) our older son, who has been licensed since he turned 18, is taking a much bigger role in the office. So possibly (so far, so good) this year there won't be any disasters.
Well, last weekend there were very heavy rains, and a few roof leaks. My son had the phone forwarded to him, and he handled things just fine. Gotta love it.
Here is what the Hunters saw (thankfully, they didn't shoot it).