Yeah, Mrs. Badger is getting tired of weird smells and wood shavings on the floor of the guest room, as well as listening to me practice (I play the penny whistle, among other things, and sometimes certain members of my family hint that the house might not be big enough for that), so a garage/work shed/music studio is being discussed.
But here's the real question, for BJ or any of our other resident marriage experts: How does one go about convincing one's wife that hunting along in grizzly country is not only a perfectly reasonable idea, but completely necessary for one's mental health?
