There was no Russian Roulette involved, just the great outdoors, fresh air, great views, lots of exercise....
You can romanticize anything can't you. Deer hunting actually involves spending a week in a cabin in the woods with no electricity, no running water, and the air is freshened by the noxious expulsions created by a diet high in onions, beans, bacon and eggs, interspersed with periods of freezing one's posterior waiting for the five seconds of adrenal rush when you actually see a deer. The exercise is mostly walking in very rough country. You know how much exertion it is when you spend four hours walking around in a fleece shirt in temperatures hovering around freezing and conclude that you might be a bit overdressed. Spending a week deer hunting makes you appreciate a great many things, hot and cold running water, soap, toothbrushes, deodorant, central heating, working in a office.
I, of course, had a great time and I managed to shoot the lone deer we bagged this past week, but romanticizing spending a week with four other men who haven't showered for five days and seem to have an excess of intestinal gas seems a little foolish.
The Great Outdoors is nice to visit but you wouldn't want to live there.
Now you are beginning to understand one part of life in the infantry - the romaticizing of things which really weren't at all romantic, but were in fact cold, wet, stinky and tiresome.
ReplyDeleteBut if you didn't put a good face on it, you'd probably never do it.
PS - Glad to see random chance (ie your marksmaship) finally worked in your favour and you got something for your troubles. I expect a sample sometime. :)
It was onlu 25 feet away, hard to miss at that distance, even when it's moving.
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