There is, however, the problem of boredom. If you’re in a tree stand in South Carolina, nature throbs and pulses all day like a boil at your collar line. All manner of wildlife wanders or flies by, and there is always something to look at. However, in the colder climates, seeing a single bird can be the highlight of the day, and you are thrown back on your inner resources. I heard a SEAL sniper say that he fought ennui by counting from one to 1,000, and back again, over and over. More power to him. (By the way, it will soon be revealed that I was the one who shot Osama Bin Laden, not the other three guys—or is it six—who claim to have done it. My motives were pure. I wanted the book and movie deal.) I would rather think about Ms. Charlize Theron, who I hope one day will teach me Afrikaans.