How much is too much?
- Bob Hanna: Someday
- February 13, 2020
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Wow, I’m sitting at the keyboard still reeling from the effects of whatever it is that’s been going around. Some call it flu, some call it influenza B, but whatever it was is, it’s nasty.
Taryn and I had planned to take a week off the first week of February to start to sort and pack which belongings we would like to take with us when we move (for those unaware — please try and keep up — we’re moving to Kentucky). For eight days this illness had us both down, and we got very little done, but we did get some needed rest.
Anyway, I did manage to work on our taxes a little and at least clear our “gear room” of stuff that we don’t need, that’s outdated or doesn’t fit anymore. I still say clothes left in a closet too long tend to shrink, agreed?
As I wrote last time, I found the article the Bargain Hunter did on my Colorado mule deer/elk combo in 2006, as well as some articles I wrote for the Holmes County Shopper about our Arctic (Quebec) caribou hunt (February 2012) and my Wyoming antelope hunt (December 2012). Looking through a scrapbook, I found my first official Someday article for the Bargain Hunter from July 15, 2013. Amazing how time flies. God willing, many more to come.
So I’m pulling out boxes of VHS hunting videos (I actually still have a player for those); brochures from every hunting show I’ve ever been to; hats from every company I’ve been associated with, both tires and hunting, by the box; hunting vests, both camo and orange, enough to outfit an army; and backpacks full of every gadget to “make your hunt a success.”
I remember writing an article several years ago about my frustration over how many commercial breaks there are in hunting shows. For every minute of hunting footage, there is three minutes of commercials.
Of course I understand now these commercials are advertising to get you to buy the products of the sponsors, who pay for these professional hunters to do what we all love and get paid for it. But we don’t really need one of everything (or two or three). Rant over.
On to the clothes. You and I both know hunting conditions vary from season to season and location to location. And of course, as all of you know by now, if there is a Cabela’s, a Bass Pro, a hunting store of any kind within driving distance (which reminds me, I have a Cabela’s gift card), I have to stop and look. Just the ambience and the excitement of new gear, Oh look ... a sale rack (Sorry)!
And I haven’t even mentioned the guns. Of course you can never have too many guns. That’s just a given. You might need this in case of the apocalypse. Next elephant hunt you’ll be ready. Too big for small game, so I’ll use one of my fifteen .22s. Handguns? Bigger? Smaller? Both? Ammo? Enough to outfit a revolution. A different bullet or shell for each situation. But man that’s a lot of situations.
So if you’ve learned anything today, just heed my warning from my addiction to hunting — there can never be too much. (Did I say that?)
By the way there’s a good closeout sale online right now.
Finally, last week, as I traveled on one of my many trips to the medicine cabinet, I stopped to look out the window. There, in the fresh snow, scurried our neighborhood of squirrels, gathering walnuts, feverishly, back and forth, carrying them to their dens for storage. I stood there for a while and God reminded me once again that life goes on around me, even when I’m still. He showed me, once again, that life doesn’t revolve around us. We need to evolve around life. Enjoy it.
God bless!