I have to hand it to the man.
I’ve been writing on this blog for eight years. The majority of those blog posts are starring Scott, my husband.
Scott doesn’t care what I write about on my blog. Or doesn’t know. Scott doesn’t read my blog because “I live the blog.” He’s right. He hears “blog posts” from me every day. But that doesn’t stop me from putting him in the center of some classic posts – The Jockstrap, Men Get Epidurals Too, and The Rack.
I think he’s the funnier one of the two of us. He’s the easier one to talk to and he has a quicker wit when put on the spot. You know how sappy newlyweds say, “he makes me a better person.” Well, I say Scott makes me a funnier person.
The letter S.
Scott Duane Burton. Yes, that’s his middle name.
Oh, wait. He won’t like that picture.
I decided to interview Scott for this post. Much like our daughter, Kate, he needed a little bit of coaxing to open up.
Me: I’m going to interview you for my blog.
Scott: How long is this going to take?
Me: It’s mostly questions about hunting. Your hunting lifestyle and hobby.
Scott: Oh, ok then.
Me: Let’s start with your name. Do you like the name Scott?
Me: What about your middle name? Do you like Duane?
Scott: As a little kid, no, I didn’t. As I’ve gotten older, it is what it is.
Me: Adding to your boyhood – how did you imagine yourself as a man? What did your wife look like in your mind? How many kids did you think you’d have?
Scott: I never imagined myself as a man. And as far as a wife and kids, I never thought anyone would marry me.
Me: So you never had cute names for your future kids picked out?
Scott: Uh, no. I was a boy.
Me: Do you find it weird that I’m interviewing you right now?
Scott: (laughs) Yes.
Me: Are you aware I’m doing an A to Z Writing Challenge on my blog and every day I write about a new letter?
Scott: Not until the letter R.
Me: That was yesterday.
Scott: Yeah, you asked me to read it before you posted it. Then I figured out you must be writing a Sesame Street challenge or something.
Me: Who is your best friend?
Scott: Brett is my second best friend. Why are you staring at me?
Scott: Best friends aren’t wives! You’re my wife. Hunter and Brett aren’t my lovers.
Scott: I don’t like it when your pen starts scribbling. Hey wait, will you write Brett is my other best friend? Take out second best friend. Write other best friend. He’ll whine at me for that.
Me: I think everyone that knows you, knows you are an avid outdoorsman and hunter. I mean, look at your Instagram. We want to know – what is your dream hunt? It doesn’t matter how much it costs or vacation time or me bitching about you leaving. If you could go on a lifetime hunting trip – where and what would it be?
Scott: A limited entry tag during the rut for a bull elk. Doesn’t matter what state. Somewhere where there are only a limited amount of tags given out. I would also say I live one of my dream hunts right here in Kansas. A Kansas whitetail deer with a bow – you can’t get better than that.
Me: What do you wish more people knew about the sport of hunting?
Scott: There’s a sigma out there that hunters just go out to kill animals and maybe that’s true with some. In reality, that’s not why I hunt. I’m in it for the challenge. That’s why I only use my bow. The deer provides meat for the family. Ground beef just doesn’t taste as good as venison. Hunting is also a great way to get away and be in nature. You have a respect for the animals in nature. It brings you down to a primal level. I wish more kids would hunt. The sport needs an influx of people coming in. Look at the National Parks and public land – the government is selling this land off. The only people voicing for the rights of public land and National Parks are the hunters. The families that visit or hike on public grounds won’t advocate for their rights, maybe because they don’t know or it’s not their passion.
Me: What would you say to an adult wanting to take up hunting? Do you have any advice? You are obviously very good at your hobby.
Scott: Practice your weapon of choice. You need your shot to be lethal. The last thing you want is someone making a terrible shot and then there’s a 3-legged deer hobbling around a year later. People need to learn how to safely use their weapon and practice it. Also finding good land can be a challenge if you’re starting out. In Kansas, there’s not a lot of public ground. You’ll have to do what I did – literally go knocking door-to-door and asking permission to hunt on the landowner’s land.
Me: Is there an animal you refuse to hunt?
Scott: Africa big game hunts. I mean I would go if a free opportunity dropped in my lap but I don’t have an interest in Africa. You can’t bring the meat back. It might be cool to be able to help feed a village but in general, no, I don’t have an interest in African big game.
Me: Would you rather go sailfish fishing with me in Costa Rica or elk hunting with Hunter in Colorado?
Scott: Probably elk hunting.
Scott: I mean, elk hunting is a dream of mine.
Me: A vacation with me or Hunter and you choose HUNTER?
Scott: NO! No, wait! That wasn’t the question! You asked which animal I’d rather hunt! Sailfish vs. elk and it’s elk. Always elk, number one.
Scott: So is this interview for the letter S?
Me: Yes. S is for Scott. My best friend that goes fishing with me.
Scott: I’m sleeping on the couch, aren’t I?
Me: No, it’s fine.