Pheasant Hunting
Today I exercised man’s rightful dominion over the Earth and all that is in it by hunting pheasants here in Colorado. It was a lot of fun, although I was more than a little sore for several hours. I think that it must be true what folks say, that the mid-to-late twenties are a man’s physical peak, because I know that back in college I’d have been sore well into the next day.
Anyway, hunting is a lot of hard work: essentially pheasant hunting works by walking up and down a field of thick grasses, through the thickest parts; at times it’s like swimming through the stuff. Quite a bit tougher than it sounds, but great exercise. I want to go next weekend…
