The one and only time Greg has convinced me to go hunting was in the middle of winter duck hunting. I was about 16 weeks pregnant. He bundled me up in all kinds of his clothes so I would stay warm but I felt like the marshmallow man and could barely move.

We went to Bruneau which is a bit of a drive. We of course had to go super early in the morning.

I think this might of been his plan all along, take me duck hunting when it’s freezing so I never want to go again. I was so bored, cold and never have gone again. This is also one of my favorite pictures of us from the early days. At least we got that.