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Best Worst Valentines Date Eva!!!!!! Valentie's being the net big Holiday explosion, I noticed in chat that some of us are not fans. I am sort of a fan. I am a huge fan of love and I enjoy seeing everyone put that little bit extra into things. I myself, have not ever really had what I would consider a Valentine, Husbands yes, Valentines....not so much  .All that said, am putting forth a best worst Valentines day challenge....we must have one. Mine is as follows... As many know, I have a lovely hunting dog, soon to be 4 years old, her birthday is on Valentines day. This was her 2nd birthday. She was the Belle of the hunting club and loved by everyone in our little hunting group. We have a fun group and for giggles they had bought a huge velvet heart and filled it with doggie treats for Belle's birthday. My had sent me two dozen red roses for Valentines. These were on the dining table. I had a date...sort of a blind date. We knew each other, but did not know we did. We were going ice fishing. 5:30 a.m. I was there all coffeed up with longjohns on under my clothes (I had been ice fishing before). Now, I won't deny drinking, but at 5:30 a.m. this fella was pretty far gone. My drinking history is one or two when I go dancing, or on the Holidays. he had polished a fifth by 6:30a.m. and was happily offering and drinking more. I was kinda impressed he could stand. The fishing was slow and we chatted, laughed, and put in 4 hours not to look like pansies. It was still pretty early in the morning, he was an entire sheet factory to the wind, He offered that we should head to the bar....this bar, that bar, any bar...he seemed to know them all. It was still about ten hours early in the day for me, but I was not judging. We instead went two tracking. In case you do not know what two tracking is, it is at this time of year, driving on non plowed roads only idiots and snowmobilers had been on. He was driving a truck..... The scenery was lovely, and my mind drifted to ways to run off close enough to home not to freeze to death on the walk....seriously. I pointed to a grouse nestled in the branches of a tree...at which point he threw the truck in reverse, pulled out a loaded shotgun, and shot it. He proceeded to field dress the grouse with his bare hands and pop the meat in a bag with snow to keep it fresh. This changed everything, I was now looking for a way to run off out of shooting range . Anyway he got all messy and bloody and we decided it was time to drop me off. Being ever the optimist, he grabbed a flower and a little four piece heart candy box and followed me into the house, saying if he could only wash up a bit. I put on a pot of coffee, while he washed. He seemed to be bent on staying until........I went out to get my for her meal. He was being a wee nosey and discovered the huge velvet candy box, and the two dozen red roses, he leapt to the assumption that some man had completely out done him. If only he had been a little nosier  . Hindsight being 20/20 if he had been nosier, he would have discovered the candy box full of doggie treats and the flowers were from my and grands, so maybe let us just leave him to jump to conclusions. Before the conclusion of the story, I must say, I am not a completely daft woman, though sometimes a first is a first. I did check to make sure he was not afraid of dogs, My dog, though still much a puppy, was friendly and normally well trained. However, A man who smells like game, blood, hunting, booze, etc, who is also a stranger....well, that was a bit much. She was friendly and not threatening, but she did pounce directly into his lap at full run. He did remember he had to work the next day and gosh wasn't it late (still well before noon). I apologized profusely. Then after he left......I punished Belle accordingly, with several treats and a grilled cheese to go with her lunch. We can work on her manners later. This day, I was just pleased as punch she managed to dispatch the drunken gentleman. How is this the Best Worst Valentine? While I love fishing (ice fishing included), and I love hunting (field dressing a grouse barehanded was a bit gross) I don't mind a person who drinks socially (drunk by 5:30a.m. as a first impression might be a poor choice), Along with many just scary conversations in a five and a half hour period. He is bar none, the worst date ever. The best part was watching Belle go nuts with all the smells and quickly dispatch this person who refused to go. that was a nice thing . It was kind of funny in the end. And, he sent me a text asking if I'd like to go again the next weekend (I knew he made it home safe and did not have an accident) ....crying shame though I had to work doubles....every weekend...for months
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Well that was long......sheeesh
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 .....That could be a skit of SNL~~~
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I love your story Twilight. Geesh I have had some bad dates but nothing compared to yours. I probably would have vomited right then and there when he started to dress the grouse. Yikes that is god awful. I have been out with the guys when hunting. Many moons ago I went flying in a 3 seater little plane and we were spotting moose. There was a cabin in the woods and we had to land on the river and then wade out. I was wearing wading boots in order to do that. I was treated to a delicious meal that the guys had cooked. I was the lone female there and was treated with utmost respect. Yes those were the days but your story was great.
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I enjoyed reading this.... a slice of life. Obviously, you did not feel unsafe at any point, just annoyed enough to be glad when it ended. So sorry that you had to work those double shifts for weeks. rofl. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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WOW, a date to remember for sure.  I think I would have run for the hills lol. 
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