Our friend, the Wise man, once shared a bit of drill with me. He told me how he imagines hunting sea ducks and Brant from a sink box when he is confronted with the boredom and the concern that accompanies a hospital room. That, sink box hunting and sea ducks, is something that has intrigued me ... forever. I have not a clue if it is the heavy iron deeks weighting down the box's wings or the vision of a flight of Canvasbacks or Redheads or smallish Buffleheads coming in for a better look/see, but whateveritis, it is a mental magic that has a very strong draw. In fact, that is as close as I will ever come to hunting from a sink box .. sharing Bill's vision that he sometimes uses to avoid focus on the mundane. Thank God for the friends that we have, and this one ... Bill .. will be rejoining us again soon. You can take that to the bank.
I'm tempted to get an arm patch made that simple says ..
DOGS
PEOPLE
GUNS
But it would never be remotely understood by the aimless masses. A real pity, that.
Yeah, it's peripherial to Dig's posit/question, but WTH, its still a part of the deal. I'm personally downright tickled to associate with any of you gentlemen, and ladies, and I am forever learning. Can't thank you enough in the collective, for the honest thots, shared experiences, and the dialoue.
Kind regards, tw
edit: corrections for poor typing, and stuff
