Sprig, I'm the last person on earth you have to worry about when it comes to saying or doing anything bad when it comes to another man's dog.
Another man's dog is just that: their dog. And unless he and I have been through hell together, the only thing that's coming out of my mouth are compliments.
And I appreciate your own compliment more than you know, but I'm not the hunter I used to be because I don't get to hunt near as much as I used to, want to, and frankly have to now that I'm the father of 3 sons. My "skills" are nowhere close to being as sharp as they once were. And coupled with my once in-shape, well-toned 20 y/o body being housed in a fat, out of shape, gooey 39 y/o body as well as my now thinking thrice about the perils of a hard hunt whereas I was once all too willing to walk through hell and back to shoot ducks, suffice it to say that I'm not near the tuned-in hunter I once was. Put it to you this way: whereas Shannon T. used to call me for a report to put in the Friday Beaumont Enterprise(before he went to the Chronicle, he and I would hunt public land when I didn't have a client booked), I'm now forced to ask questions of strangers on a bulletin board!
To be a good duck hunter, one has to devote a lot of time and a fair amount of money to stay on top of things on a pretty much daily basis. And one has to really pay close attention to doing the little things that often are the difference between good hunts and great hunts: picking up hulls after every hunt, grassing your blind at least three times/week and making sure not a single 2x4 can be seen from above (there's no such thing as a straight line in the marsh/rice field), getting the feel for knowing WHEN to call as opposed to HOW to call (ducks are like people: they each of their own voice...timing, the "when and what you say" of calling, is far more important that the tone/tenor of your call). All those things sound like you can up and do them, but there's a certain "feel" to it that can only come from doing it a lot, each and every season.
Nowadays, I just don't have the time to do it like that anymore, like I used to be able to do it. But the way I've been dealing with that was to not do it all, my rationale being "if I can't do it 100%, there's no point in even showing up." But the other night, I realized that's not only stupid, but completely unfair to my 6 y/o. Even if I can't do it like I used to, it still beats the hell out of moping around all day, wishing I was in the marsh. Moreover, I've got a moral duty to get my oldest up and going now that he's six...and together we're going to get his two little brothers in the game when their time comes. In the end, I'll have the satisfaction of sharing a duck blind with my 3 sons who, if I do my job correctly, will have done all that it takes 100% while getting to know their brother and our God at the same time.
And that, my friend, is what it's all about. No more, no less. Shooting good birds is just the cherry on the sundae.
I'll say this: that epiphany was one of the most liberating, motivating events I've experienced in a long time. So my sincere thanks for giving me the opportunity to share.
And I certainly will report back, good or bad.
one_ag:
Yep...I remember that conversation. I'm speaking of John...but you knew that already.
I'm hoping to be out and about the same week you are, starting the 26th for the full day.
Shoot me an e-mail if you don't mind.
dbertin@cox-internet.com
sprig, that goes for you, too. I have some...let's say "information"...that you might find beneficial for Anahuac.
[This message has been edited by Pontificator (edited 12/20/2006 2:05p).]