Jane of the Jungle (or maybe just the outdoors)?

I have truly been remiss in posting blog updates lately. And by lately, I mean the last 2 months. And there's really no excuse for it, other than that I've been in the happy bliss of new relationship. Which seems to push most other things to the back burner.

But, no more.

I'm back (well, sort of. At least for now).

For those of you who know me (which I truly assume is all of you who read this blog), you know I'm not much of an outdoorsy girl. In fact, I hate to rough it and have been known to run screaming from anything dirt and leaf covered.

But, no more.

The beau has a hobby that I never thought I would be around. The beau is a hunter. Yes, a hunter. And he is taking NotSoPlainJane along for the ride!

Right before hunting season began, we went to one of his hunt clubs (yes, I said one. He REALLY loves to hunt) and shot some guns. As some of the other members watched, I picked up that first hand gun and POW! right by the bull's eye. After a little more showing off, I was done for the day. Everyone was mightily impressed with me, especially when they discovered that I had only been shooting once before in my life.

Next up, hunting season begins. While I'm pretty good with a gun, I'm not so good with shooting living things. At least, I can't personally do it. The beautiful doe staring at me with sad dead eyes only served to strengthen that decision.

However, I have now spent many a weekend at hunt clubs around the state. Even staying in... wait for it... a camper! I will say this though. It is actually a wonderful environment with wonderful people. And I will continue to be myself down there. Which means that when you roll up to the beau's hunt clubs, you will see me walking around, rocking my Joe's Jeans and fUgg boots. Hey, I'm still me. Dirty outdoorsy stuff and all!