Sigh!
Get home from work at the usual time to find my vet MIA. Its at least an hour past sunset. He had said he might go out with the chain saw to get firewood so check to see if the chain saw is on the shelf. Nope. Start to panic, trying to think where to look for him as we have about 100acres. Check the utility room - clearly he's out in only an oilskin vest and shirt sleeves. Temp is below zero. He should be well and truly back from wood detail by an hour after dark. Call his mobile phone only to hear it ring inside. As I was thinking about what I would need to take with me and who else I should call in to help in the search, see the chain saw sitting up on the work bench. Breathe. Think.
Ok. He must have gone hunting. Check the gunsafe. Yep, riffle missing. Check the dogs. Yep, pointer puppy missing. Ok. He's often not back from a hunt until two to three hours after dark. Breathe.
Let the other dog in. Put away the groceries. Start the fire. Think about changing the bedsheets and getting the laundry in.
Suddenly I hear a sound like a man shouting from a distance. The dog goes nuts so must of the sound is drowned out. Grab a coat and a torch. Rush outside expecting to see him any moment. No sign of him. Go back inside. Grab my mobile phone and a radio. Write him a note which says I'm out looking for you - call phone - if no luck try radio on Ch12. Go back out into the night. Still wearing skirt and stockings from the office. Sneakers, not boots. Damn cold.
Run down to the creek. Call his name. Realise that the wind is blowing the other way so sound probably came from top paddock. Run back up the hill. As I go through the house yard, see a light coming towards me. He's come home, with the pup and a large trophy stag. He says what are you doing? I say looking for you - did you call out? He says no. I say I heard a man yelling. He says he was walking along the road and a vehicle passed and yelled out at him. Have you got the washing in he says. No. What have you been doing? Sitting on your arse reading a book I suppose? F*ck you! I've been out looking for you you! Burst into tears. Oh stop being such a drama queen he says.
Get home from work at the usual time to find my vet MIA. Its at least an hour past sunset. He had said he might go out with the chain saw to get firewood so check to see if the chain saw is on the shelf. Nope. Start to panic, trying to think where to look for him as we have about 100acres. Check the utility room - clearly he's out in only an oilskin vest and shirt sleeves. Temp is below zero. He should be well and truly back from wood detail by an hour after dark. Call his mobile phone only to hear it ring inside. As I was thinking about what I would need to take with me and who else I should call in to help in the search, see the chain saw sitting up on the work bench. Breathe. Think.
Ok. He must have gone hunting. Check the gunsafe. Yep, riffle missing. Check the dogs. Yep, pointer puppy missing. Ok. He's often not back from a hunt until two to three hours after dark. Breathe.
Let the other dog in. Put away the groceries. Start the fire. Think about changing the bedsheets and getting the laundry in.
Suddenly I hear a sound like a man shouting from a distance. The dog goes nuts so must of the sound is drowned out. Grab a coat and a torch. Rush outside expecting to see him any moment. No sign of him. Go back inside. Grab my mobile phone and a radio. Write him a note which says I'm out looking for you - call phone - if no luck try radio on Ch12. Go back out into the night. Still wearing skirt and stockings from the office. Sneakers, not boots. Damn cold.
Run down to the creek. Call his name. Realise that the wind is blowing the other way so sound probably came from top paddock. Run back up the hill. As I go through the house yard, see a light coming towards me. He's come home, with the pup and a large trophy stag. He says what are you doing? I say looking for you - did you call out? He says no. I say I heard a man yelling. He says he was walking along the road and a vehicle passed and yelled out at him. Have you got the washing in he says. No. What have you been doing? Sitting on your arse reading a book I suppose? F*ck you! I've been out looking for you you! Burst into tears. Oh stop being such a drama queen he says.
