Exploring Kansas Outdoors
I sort of hate to admit it, but we often watch Wheel of Fortune in the evening; I guess I can justify it as preparing ourselves for the inevitable nursing / retirement home life. Anyway, I always scoff at the conversation between the host and the contestant who wins nothing but the $1000 the show automatically gives them. The host approaches them with outstretched hand and says something like “Well the Wheel just didn’t cooperate tonight; hope you had a good time.” Without fail, the contestant always blurts “Thanks, I had a ball!”… In what universe do I believe that? You know they’re thinking more like “Thanks for nothin,’ but this stinks! I played like this was my first day, I made a giant fool of myself and was humiliated in front of a gazillion TV viewers, and all for a measly thousand bucks you were gonna’ give me anyway!
That sorta’ sums up how I’m feeling about this year’s deer season so far. I thank God every time I’m in the woods for everything He shows me and for all the wonders of His creation He’s shown me over the years, but after hunting long and hard and still not harvesting a deer, inside I feel like it kinda’ stinks. Most mornings I was treated to a show by one of the many hordes of blackbirds. Like the colored “stuff” inside one of the old lava lamps, they slowly and methodically poured themselves around over a field of milo stalks. Back and forth and up and down they would go, slowly swirling and twirling into shapes that often resembled tornadoes. I always wonder exactly what their purpose in life is. Maybe a new winter Olympic sport should be “Synchronized Blackbird Flying.” Anyway, when all was said and done, the blackbirds provided the only action most days…