That's okay, Jilson, I'm sure I'll just get used to helping Pat CLEAN UP AFTER YOU!!
You just better be prepared to help out when I draw that LE tag this year (as if, our husband would say).
Folks, that girl really couldn't wait, either. First she can't wait a mere 5 hours for me to shoot a speedgoat and drive to her location. It was quite ironic, actually, just as I loaded my antelope and started the truck, she calls me and says "don't bother" because she just shot a bull of a lifetime. THEN she made me wait another 6 hours just to see that bull.
Less than 5 days later, she got nervous about her moose hunt. It tried and tried to tell her that Idaho has lots of moose and she need not worry, but NOOOOOOOO. She left a day before me, and once again, halfway to camp she calls me and this time says, "Um, how close are you?" What she really was asking was-hurry up, because you need to help me get a moose out. She goes out the first morning and shoots a nice moosie-downhill from the road.
So I arrive and off her hubby and I go with the quads to retrieve this moose. We quarter it and pull it out of the canyon, arriving at camp tired and bloody. Then came the final blow- Jill's daughter Hunter proclaimed that I WAS TOO STINKY TO BE IN *HER* TRAILER. She even kicked out her own father!
I was relegated to sitting outside with the moose quarters until such time as I could bathe in the stream. Only then was I allowed inside and Hunter still kinda wrinkled her nose. Eventually it was decided that I was pretty cool, and all was forgiven.
Honestly, tho, I may have missed out on the action, but watching Jill be overwhelmed with her five days of glory and share it with her daughter and husband was worth every minute.