Temporary insanity is usually a term thrown out there by defense attorneys that know their client is guilty. I am claiming the same defense strategy, for,… well, everything that I should be doing right now, while I am sitting here counting the days before the opening day kicks off. Just a few days left to wait. Just a few days left to run through the mental checklist of the gear that needs loaded, the plans that need to be re-evaluated and then edited again. Day dreaming about young dogs nailing their first covey. Re-living the covey rises of the past, and fantasizing about the great dog work that will be . I’m sure there are numerous things that I should be doing, but I can’t. My mind has turned off, switched gears. Its bird season and not just the early opener trips that we took to the prairie, last month or the month before. Its bird season here and now. Every activity that takes up time on the weekend will now be weighed and balanced against the time I could be spending in the field. On top of that, the weather is actually starting to cool off and it’s not to hot for the dogs anymore. I can no longer use the scorching hot summer and early fall temps to ease my mind when participating in another activity. No more telling myself, “Well its too hot to run dogs anyway.” The weather is right and the season is open. If there is any, and I mean any, free time, it should be spent following a bird dog.
I guess the average person doesn’t get it. My wife, whom I love dearly and understands me better than most, doesn’t fully grasp it either. But she loves me, and I think for that reason lets me go. Even when there are other things to do and the honey-do list is growing faster than the national deficit, she lets me go. That’s not to say, that she is happy about it. I am trying to become her enabler but at this time she is just a casual user of this drug, we call bird hunting. She’s not quite there yet. She walks some, when it’s not to hot, or raining, or snowing, or too cold. She sees what it cost in time and in money, and sees the returns in terms of birds in the bag and on the grill. She still thinks rationally and it doesn’t add up. This bird hunting thing is a bad investment. We feed and care for dogs all year-long and that aint cheap. Nor is it always easy. Having a pack of dogs means, every time we plan a vacation we have to find someone willing and trustworthy to take care of them. For the record, I hold fast and true, that the only vacations should be bird hunting trips. This causes more issues….
Who in their right mind spends the time and money to travel 1 to 6 hours, then hunts all day, stays in a motel and then hunts all day again and then drives the 1 to 6 hours back home? Repeating every weekend until they are either broke, on the verge of divorce, or until the season is finally over, leaving them with an empty bank account, friends that seem distant, relationships that need mending and list of chores that needed done yesterday.
I’ll tell you who, someone who has an addiction.