Intuitive thoughts and tall tales from the field. Fishing, Hunting, and the Great Outdoors.
"Happiness is at the end of a long road or atop a tall mountain. It’s in the silence that resonates after a hard fight. Happiness is earned. It lies, covered in a thin layer of dust, just beyond what we believe our reach to be. We aren’t born knowing what it feels like. It’s foreign to us until we push ourselves harder and stretch ourselvs further than we've ever done so before. We only feel that happiness once we've exhausted ourselves to clench it."
"I bet the wait staff and neighboring table of patrons would be as charismatic and conversational as always and, when the elation washes over our waiter at the sight of the unconventionally large tip I left him in the spirit of our tradition, I bet he'll express his gratitude by using a portion of it to bring us a couple of cold glasses from the freezer and a complimentary pitcher of Raspberry Wheat."
"In doing so, I’ve come to understand the critically imperative philosophical roots of some of the most common western sociological convictions, and how they prosper in certain environments or head-spaces. Consequently, I’ve come to see there are two paths before every man who comes up in an affluent society and in an ironic condition of unfortunate intrinsicality and serendipity, there is little anyone can do to prevent the inevitable end in which each path eventuates. One path defines the people who are holding candlelight vigils and peacefully mourning today. The other leads to those who are dancing in the streets, enunciating “we got Charlie in the neck!” through manic cackles and demonic celebrations."
Authentically Wild Out West 