I know I already posted, but I wanted to add to the sitting a blind discussion. I’ve reached a crossroad in my life where it is obviously not just about “the kill.” Further, I’ve come to realize that experiences are fluid as well.
This spring I was turkey hunting with one of my best friends in the world. We camped and had a great time and the birds didn’t cooperate. We each went our separate ways in the morning and didn’t hear a gobble. After a quick lunch we decided we were doing more harm that good running around cutting at a bunch of birds not talking back. We setup a blind in a good spot, drew straws for first shot, smoked a cigar, whispered about life and family, and i shot a bird at 5pm. My buddy recorded it and we hugged like we’d won the super bowl.
I prefer to chase screaming toms that gobble at everything and attack my Jake decoy until I shoot him at 20 yards. However, I’d never trade that blind hunt with a best friend for all the screaming Toms in Tennessee.
Different and new can still be awesome. You got a drought (a bag of lemons). Make some lemonade. Sit a drinker and make a new memory.