With the loss of my truck, my wife and I have not been able to venture out into the forests as much or as often as we use too. Truth be told, I don't know who has it worse: me as the hunter needing to scout and lay feed for the game or my wife being Wiccan and needing that connection with Mother Earth. Well, our luck turned around for us... sort of.

My wife's best friend is married to a fellow Marine. He just retired after 20 years (lucky... the Obama Plan forced me out at 12). Anyway, his parents offered to take their three kids back to the farm for two weeks so they could have some alone time and to be able to fix up the house without them there. And since the Strawberry Full Moon would be out, the wives saw it as a chance to worship in the backyard in their own way... naked. So that day, they brought us over. The wives went about preparing themselves for this religious ceremony while the guys were hard at work: cleaning out the garage, the kitchen, setting up the tent in the backyard, and chopping the firewood.

As moon rise occurred, the guys left the area to chat while the wives went about worshiping in privacy. Later on, the guys rejoined our wives, we all stripped down, and spent the rest of the night enjoying the cool Carolina breeze while sitting around the fire.

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