Jose Ortega y Gasset said: “The hunter is the alert man. But this itself—life as complete alertness—is the attitude in which the animal exists in the jungle.” It’s impossible for us to maintain the same level of alertness as our prey, so we substitute diligence (and cunning) for patience.
Thanks for sharing, Corey -- great quote, which I hadn't seen before. I have to remind myself often that most of the time, these animals are a heck of a lot better at being prey than we are at being predators. We need the diligence and cunning that come from our big brains to even the playing field.
Super relatable. I've also tried to find ways to ditch my phone in the stand. Leaving it in the truck is a little too drastic, but zipping it up in a backpack pocket usually does the trick. Best case scenario is when I'm hunting somewhere with limited cell service so the temptation to scroll is gone all together.
Like you, I also catch myself checking my phone at home way too often. I recognize it as a problem, but only after I'm already mid-scroll. Need to be better about setting myself up for success when it comes to not picking it up in the first place.
I admire your commitment, passion, diligence, perseverance, and introspection. Impatience often leads to disaster—as a child Aunt Robin was so impatient for GiGi’s gnocchis that all the labor and painstaking work to make the dough and roll out each one on the fork and drop just so in the boiling pot and strain out and submerge in the homemade gravy was for naught when GiGi became so consumed with Aunt Robin’s anxiousness that she dropped the entire bowl on the floor and that was that. We ate other things that night.
And that’s just a very minor disaster, in the whole scheme of things.
This doe thing is just a very minor disaster. You’ll eat other things.
If I were to get a tattoo, it might need to read "And you will eat other things!"
I sympathize with the gnocchi fiasco -- except when we make pasta, it is Kiddo (and Mrs. CWD) being so impatient that, rather than waiting for the dough to finish and cook, they eat most of it raw as we're making it.
I've tried to be more patient the past couple years hunting...its hard. And the times I've messed up with close misses or blowing it with my carelessness, I struggle to not have those moments consume me as I reflect on them...another exercise in patience (and faith?) that more opportunities will arise
Jose Ortega y Gasset said: “The hunter is the alert man. But this itself—life as complete alertness—is the attitude in which the animal exists in the jungle.” It’s impossible for us to maintain the same level of alertness as our prey, so we substitute diligence (and cunning) for patience.
Thanks for sharing, Corey -- great quote, which I hadn't seen before. I have to remind myself often that most of the time, these animals are a heck of a lot better at being prey than we are at being predators. We need the diligence and cunning that come from our big brains to even the playing field.
Super relatable. I've also tried to find ways to ditch my phone in the stand. Leaving it in the truck is a little too drastic, but zipping it up in a backpack pocket usually does the trick. Best case scenario is when I'm hunting somewhere with limited cell service so the temptation to scroll is gone all together.
Like you, I also catch myself checking my phone at home way too often. I recognize it as a problem, but only after I'm already mid-scroll. Need to be better about setting myself up for success when it comes to not picking it up in the first place.
Yeah really what I'm getting out of this is I need to hunt in way more remote locations!
I admire your commitment, passion, diligence, perseverance, and introspection. Impatience often leads to disaster—as a child Aunt Robin was so impatient for GiGi’s gnocchis that all the labor and painstaking work to make the dough and roll out each one on the fork and drop just so in the boiling pot and strain out and submerge in the homemade gravy was for naught when GiGi became so consumed with Aunt Robin’s anxiousness that she dropped the entire bowl on the floor and that was that. We ate other things that night.
And that’s just a very minor disaster, in the whole scheme of things.
This doe thing is just a very minor disaster. You’ll eat other things.
I love you.
If I were to get a tattoo, it might need to read "And you will eat other things!"
I sympathize with the gnocchi fiasco -- except when we make pasta, it is Kiddo (and Mrs. CWD) being so impatient that, rather than waiting for the dough to finish and cook, they eat most of it raw as we're making it.
I've tried to be more patient the past couple years hunting...its hard. And the times I've messed up with close misses or blowing it with my carelessness, I struggle to not have those moments consume me as I reflect on them...another exercise in patience (and faith?) that more opportunities will arise
I have to remind myself that it’s a learning opportunity, not a total failure. But man can it be hard.
There are few things like the hunt to reveal the slightest lapses of discipline within us. Great piece and examination of a crucial moment.
Yes, and the tattoo will have the double innuendo. But— don’t get a tattoo.