My dad and I get along amazingly well, despite our differences. At least, I think we have differences. I've been told a lot lately that my dad and I are similarly weird.
The thing with my dad is that I find myself asking him a question, and then stopping and realizing that at no point in my life did I ever imagine that combination of words coming out of my mouth. Here are some questions that have all been legitimately asked of my dad:
1) "Why would you give me a gold necklace as a present stuffed inside a frozen muskrat carcass?"
2) "Why is there a deer leg in the basketball hoop?"
3) "Why is there a dead hummingbird in the freezer?"
4) "Why are you vacuuming the mounted caribou head on the wall?"
5) "Why are there coyote testicles pinned to the wall in the barn?"
6) "Why are you arranging logs in our driveway?"
7) "What exactly do you plan to do with that dead animal?"
8) "What would make you think that you don't need to go to the hospital when you drive a drill bit completely through your finger?"
9) "Why are there dead coyotes hanging from the ceiling?"
10) "Was saving money on dinner by bringing home a roadkill grouse and cooking it absolutely necessary?"
And my dad's usual response to all of this? A shrug.
I love my dad to pieces. He is very big into hunting. I'll eat dead animals, sure, but I'm not a huge fan of having them scattered all over the house and hanging from the ceiling and finding them in our freezer. I don't know what made my friend think that I'm similar to my dad.
Oh yeah. He said, "You're both insane."
Okay, that may be a legitimate concern. But at least I'm a different kind of crazy than my dad.
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