Monday, December 1, 2008

Reality Check

Hey Everyone, thanks for stopping by ole TW's lil blog. I've been doing the same trying to surf around and catch up on reading my friends blogs, which I enjoy very much. You can tell a lot about a person just by reading their blogs, well except mine because I never make a whole lotta sense.....laffin. Guess thats why I call it Rambling.
I learned to face a reality this past week that really upset me and just made me see that PH sucks even more than ever. About this time of the year my youngest son, Steve, and I go on our annual big Duck hunt up in the northern Delta part of the State. This is a once a year thing for me and I always look forward to spending it with Steve and our hunting buddies. This year was no exception, I was ready to go for weeks before it got here, guns all cleaned, duck decoys ready, just all excited to get going. Its about a six hour drive from Poverty hill to where we were going to hunt, almost on the Arkansas state line. The trip went great with the usual lies being told, and the bragging about who was gonna kill the most ducks, just the regular man thing ya know. We arrived at the hunting camp and slept for about 3 hours before getting up at 3:30 am and eating breakfast and preparing for the first day of the hunt. I felt great even with just the few hours sleep. Sometimes I guess I need a reality check, because I don't seem to want to accept that I just can't do what I want to do, the mind is willing but the body just says "No Way."
The first day was a memory jogger though. We had to wade in waist high water for about a quarter of a mile wearing chest wader boots that weight what feels like a ton, especially when you're wading through mud and water. Well as you could understand I'd walk about 20 or 30 yards before I'd have to stop to rest, out of breath and gasping for air. Finally with Steves help though I made it to the place we were going and we had a great time taking our limit of ducks. The only thing the whole time I was hunting all I was thinking about was how I dreaded the walk back out. With about 20 rest stops though I make it back to the truck but was so tired I couldn't hardly muster enough energy to get up into it without my buddies help. What a dose of reality, and a hard shot to my ego. The next day we hunted in a place where I could just drive my ATV to the spot we were hunting, now this was great. I can do this!!! I was tired from hunting the day before but I felt manly again now, I didn't have to have any help, Hallelujah, but my energy level was bottomed out. On the third day I was short of breath just walking 20 feet, reality had set in, I sat down with Steve and told him that I was afraid that this would be my last duck hunt that I couldn't do it anymore. I explained to him that I wanted to hunt as much as I ever did, but my body just wouldn't allow me to. This in itself was a hard thing for me to do, I felt as though I were disappointing my son, who had always looked up to me as his mentor and hunting buddy. Steven looked at me and smiled and said, Dad you are and always have been an inspiration to me, for you to come out and do the things you have done these past few days is amazing, I just hope I can grow to be the caliber and man that you are.
Not only did I leave hunting camp with my dignity intact, I realized that my youngest son has grown up and is already that caliber of man. Thank You Lord.
Well let me get outta here I've still got chores to do. Yall come when ya can, the door is always open to my friends.

Hugz N Handshakes



Nancy said...

Your son's response is a tribute to you as a father. You raised a wonderful young man! That is quite an accomplishment.

Don't give up duck hunting, just go to the spot that has ATV access. No need to wear yourself out needlessly.

Merle said...

Well where is my wet noodle when I need it... need to use it on you -- dang it man YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER I hate to tell you this BUT you really should learn you can only do so much. With what Steve said to you, you should realize you are a manly man you taught your sons well and I know you are proud of them. Being disabled does not make you less of a hunter or less of a father. It's time to listen to your sons.

I was going to delete all that I just wrote above but I'm not. Seems we all learn the hard way -- key word there is learn. I have done similar myself and received a good lecture from my doctor as well as family. We need to learn our limits and I still have a hard time. Guess we want to show the world that we still can...

Do as Nancy suggested, go to the spot with ATV access or stay at the hunting camp and think up some good ol' boy stories. You're so good at that.


Colleen said...

I'm so sorry your trip wore you out so much, and you unfortunately learned that it might be your last. But, like Nancy said, maybe you can do parts of it that aren't so tiring? And by the way, you have a wonderful son, and I can tell you raised him right by the awesome words he said to you!

Colleen :)

Anonymous said...

I not give up the hunting..just take the trips where you can use your ATV...I can see how this was hard for you..but as you said..our minds want to do it and our bodies are screaming""no way" before we even get half way(if we are lucky;))..
I know you are proud of your Son..It shows what a great Man and Father you are..but we already figured that out..LOL

Take care..and yes..I hate these "reality checks"..

Love & Hugs,

Annette said...

You don't need to shoot a duck to prove you are a man. Raising a son who has that much love, respect and character is what makes you a man, and you are a damn (sorry for the "French") good man at that.
Maybe you should ask Santa for a Wii....I think there is a duck hunting game on there!
This is a fabulous post. Thank you so much for sharing.

The Admiral said...

TW, ain't NO reason to stop!

You've just gotta change the way you do it. If your son needs to go wade through ice cold chest deep water, you been there, you done that, and you don't need to do it again.

I know you think you can't fly anymore, but I still think you'd get a kick out of glider flying and it requires no medical certification, and there's room for an o2 bottle right where the collective oughta be.

Let's think up things you CAN do!