It’s Election Day… finally, and while the rest of the country is busy deciding and debating its future, I’m going hunting. Yes, I voted before I headed out of town (I’m not that cynical…yet) but to be honest I am far more excited about engaging in my own, more intimate race than the one we’ve grown so weary of the past two excruciatingly long years.
The issues in my race are simple, the campaign is honorable: I’m trying to kill a deer and the deer, in turn, are trying to avoid me. I consider that contest not nearly as savage as those engaged in by the politicians, and one which is much more democratic. I have a marginal chance of killing a deer they have a better-than-marginal chance of preventing me from doing so. In a world awash in screaming bloviation, I ask you: What’s more honest than that?
So cast your vote today, but then escape that circus as quickly as you can. Pick up a rod, a bow, a gun and go engage in a little self-medication. For better or worse it’s almost over, and that fact alone is reason enough to celebrate. Don’t sit home and watch election returns. That’s time you can never get back and it won’t affect a damn thing except your blood pressure.
You may think that attitude flippant, but I’m a simple, uncomplicated guy with a simple, uncomplicated worldview. I lack the intellectual depth to analyze our present and I don’t possess the vision to predict our future. All I know is regardless of what happens today the sun will rise tomorrow, my family will still love me and the woods and water will still be out there waiting. And that sounds like a pretty good future to me.