A Hunting He Will Go

My guys in their matching "dirt shirts" from Moab

So... About 3 hours ago, my sweet kind loving husband went out into the woods with the other men with the last name Shepherd (minus Rivers since I don't think he'd be very helpful) to go hunt wild beasts. Well deer really. 
I miss him, sleeping in our bed is no fun with him gone :(
Although, I'll sleep better with him not talking or walking in his sleep.
I hope his family watches out for that tonight.
I hope he doesn't get shot. 
We have plenty of food, I'm not sure why he's hunting, I guess than hunter and gatherer in men folk just never dies.  I think it's more about bonding.  Bond away men, bond away...