I wouldn't feel too bad about it. There are two schools of thought on this -- the school that likes to hunt with wives, and the school that doesn't. I'm in the latter, or Neanderthal, school. My wife is a great gal and a great day little day hiker, but her idea of camping is strictly limited to hotels or miniature homes on wheels with hot running water. She cringes whenever anything gets shot on a TV hunting show or the fed x guy arrives with a new wall mount from the taxidermist. At the risk of beling labeled a sexist, I can assert with complete assurance that, if I had to hunt with my wife, I would be perpetually late to a tree stand waiting for her to finish putting on her makeup, and if her life ever depending on her not speaking aloud for more than 3 minutes, she'd be a goner. We're kind of like the Shockeys. I hunt and fish, she shops -- and everybody's happy.