Neither Tim nor I grew up hunting, but these days there’s not much that we enjoy more. While there are plenty of things to hunt, I find it interesting that we both love bird hunting above all else. And while I chase pheasants and quail and Tim chases ducks and geese, in the end a bird is a bird.
I’ve often wondered what early-childhood, repressed memory acted as the seed of our adult fowl pursuits. While Nintendo’s Duck Hunt may have had something to do with it, as I was looking through an old photo album a few weeks ago, I think that I may have stumbled on the precise moment that the hunters inside of us started to awaken.
And the puddles were never quite as safe again.