As the steamy February nights of Texas passed by, Jennifer whittled away the time by cleaning her shotgun as she waited for Hussy Huntin' Season to open.  She knew exactly where to go to find a hussy...Indiana!  Knowing full well that there would be a mad rush at the local Walmart, Jenn made sure she went shopping for extra bullets and a sturdy rope weeks before the season started. 

The day finally came, February 10, and Jenn pulled out her new Rand McNally map.  Having trouble unfolding it with her right hand in a cast she became irritate, "Pffffffft...this is useless!" and threw it aside.  Next, she grabbed her GPS.  Finding it difficult to enter her destination, she threw it aside as well.

"I got it!" she exclaimed as she ran to her Chad Warrix museum quality collection of picks, wristbands, and pictures.  Jenn rummaged thru her collection and finally found what she was looking for...her Chad-O-Metor!  It was a bit dusty from not being used in 2 months, but as soon as she blew the dust particles off, she closed her eyes and said a little prayer before hitting the on button.  A sigh of relief could be heard as the Curls popped up (curly antennae, of course) and the sound of Chad's beautiful voice was heard..."Can you love a man like meeeee, can you heart take a chance..."Jenn drifted off into a dream like state...Jenn was at a Halfway to Hazard concert, having fun singing & dancing, then suddenly the lights went down, all went quiet, everyone in the room disappeared except Jenn & Chad.  Chad grabbed his favorite acoustic guitar sat at the edge of the stage, cocked his head to the right - just enough to make his curls hang oh so lusciously off the side of his head.  Smiling as he stretched out his hand and pulled Jenn closer and began to sing to her and only her...

"MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY BRAYDEN HIT ME!" and with that, Jennifer snapped back to reality.

Wiping the drool from her chin, Jenn quickly put the Chad-O-Metor in her pocket and ran to see what the kids were up to.

When her husband finally got home from work, she said, "I'm going hussy huntin'!  Don't wait up!"

Jenn secured her shotgun to the rear window and jumped into her long-horned emblazoned truck.  Setting her Chad-O-Metor to "Hussy Huntin'" (a new feature she recently installed for the upcoming season), she hit the gas and was on her way.

Meanwhile, Kelley paced her kitchen in Indiana, knowing full well it was the first day of Hussy Hunting Season and Jenn would be on her way.  Kelley didn't know what to do?  She had joined a gym a few days earlier, but would her limited workouts be enough for her to fight off a woman on a rampage?  She wasn't so sure, so she had contacted the local police about going into protective custody, but the Indiana police had never heard of Hussy Hunting Season, so they ignored her pleas for help. 

The only thing left to do was flee!  But where would she go?  How long would she have to hide out?  How long could she hide out for?  Till the next H2H concert?  Jenn would surely be there!  Could she evade Jennifer forever?  When it comes to Jenn & her Chaddy...well, as the old saying goes, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Time was wasting and Jenn had the peddle to the floor making her way north in record time using only her Chad-O-Metor for directions.  Kelley had to do something. 

When she finally decided to make a run for it, she kissed her husband and kids goodbye and ran for the back door yelling, "I love you all!!!!!!!!"

But as she turned the knob she heard tires come to a screeching halt in front of her house!  "NO, IT CAN'T BE!!!!!!!!  HUSSY HUNTIN' SEASON HAS ONLY BEEN OPEN FOR AN HOUR!!!!!!!!!"

Terrified, Kelley cried out to her family, "SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!!!!!"

Jenn busted down the the front door with one swift kick and entered the house like a wolf on the prowl.  "Come out, come out where ever you are, hussy!  I know you're here."

Seeing Jenn get closer to her hiding spot, Kelley made the wrong decision to make a run for the door.

Jenn saw Kelley jump out from under the kitchen table, grabbed her lasso and with one try caught Kelley around the right arm and left shoulder and pulled her down.  Jenn quickly jumped on her to stop Kelley from squirming and like a professional, hog tied Kelley within seconds.  "GOT YOU, HUSSY!" she exclaimed as she dragged Kelley out of the house.

Securing Kelley to the front rack of her truck, like any hunter proudly displaying her trophy after a hard day's hunt, Jenn said with a sly grin on her face, "This'll teach you and all those other man stealin' hussies out there to step away from the Curls!"

Kelley could do nothing as Jenn drove back to TX, through the cold, snowy winter of Indiana.  The ice & snow hitting her in the face while Jenn was nice & comfy in the cab of her truck, a big smile gracing her face knowing her Chaddy was safe for another day.