A chapel owner, a man with a bear license, and...

...a single gal all walk into a bar.

Well, not yet.

A month ago, I headed out with our bride-to-be to scout out the place of her dreams for her wedding ceremony and reception. Turns out, that place is Antigo, WI.

On our way up, stories were shared regarding bear licenses in the Nort-woods. Apparently, you can only get one once every five years. Needless to say, it's a pretty big deal to have one. Stories were shared about an unfortunately small bear kill (the bear was heading for the house, so he had to kill it and waste his license on a small bear instead of getting a big one) and stump plumping (the strategy of filling an old tree stump of food for years to attract a good bear to your home so it will be easy to shoot when you get that license).

Good times.

After tooling around Antigo all afternoon and the unfortunate taking of a work phone call by me, we stopped at Rick's least favorite local bar for a bathroom break and a beer. I joked that I should wear a shirt that said "Single with bear license."

The next day, when we were checking out a cute chapel location for the ceremony, the owner was sharing a story about her match making abilities. Jokingly, I let her know that I was single and looking. She immediately started in with the questions:

Are you willing to move up here? What kind of man are you looking for? How old? Does balding matter? Divorced? Kids? What do you like to do?

I joked that I would like a man with a bear license. That just led to more questions indicating that she did not get the joke at all and I was about to be set up by a man who was likely to be a great future story to be told for years to come and not necessarily the love of my life: Do you like to hunt? Do you own a gun?

Of course, we are not having the wedding at the chapel, so I don't know if the deal to find me a man is off or not...for the sake of future blog posts, I hope not.