Last week, looking out the back window of our house, I saw our dog Hobbs standing over the carcass of a possum. He was sniffing it cautiously and had a “what do I do now?” look about him. Finally, he walked away, disappointed with the end of his chase. As he was leaving, I saw […]
A friend recently stopped by the house for dinner and we had the most fascinating conversation. As we talked, he told me he’d recently been attacked on the air by Glenn Beck. Fascinatingly, he was the second friend I’d had over for dinner who’d recently been attacked by Glenn Beck. But both of them had the same story. As he pulled up the YouTube video, I couldn’t help but wonder whether Glenn Beck even knew what either of my friends were about. Beck demonized my friend without the slightest understanding of what he represented or stood for, which looked nothing like what Beck was railing against.
Aside from a hawk I accidentally shot out of the sky with a BB gun once, I’ve never gone hunting. After seeing that first sentence written out, I guess it doesn’t even count. I think I’d like it, though.
Friends of mine who are hunters describe most of the experience as being ready and waiting in nature. They’ll wait hours, days, and even entire seasons before they finally have a kill. If you talk to someone who is not a hunting enthusiast, they might dismiss this as “sitting around in the woods.” And on paper, they aren’t too far off.