I have not developed the skill to sit still for a long time.
I like being outdoors. I like hunting. My problem is that I can't slow down enough to enjoy it. Maybe I get bored and restless too easily. Maybe I have that "get up and go" monkey and can't get rid of it.

Maybe I go hunting with the expectation that I need to kill something. You know, that feeling that a hunt isn't sucessful unless I actually have a deer on the ground. Maybe I need to slow down and just go out and observe...no need to bring a gun, because shooting isn't the main goal. The main goal should be to slow down and observe.

I guess that's what I need to do.

Moondawg, you are your best doctor....

good post BH, you basically nutted Hatchie Bottom and also me, I guess its one of the reasons I love the movie Jermiah Johnson

There are some very great things that I can remember about as a child but overall we were poor. My parents split up when I was 5 and times were tough. When I was 12 my Mother finally re-married and less than 6 months later the guy took her life and his. My brother and sister and myself went to my grandparents to live. They didn't really want us but felt obligated. They had lived through the great depression and still maintained that ultra-conservative life style. You only had what you needed and you never wasted anything. My grandfather was an evil man and would beat you for blinking wrong. From the time I was 12-18 I was worked like a dog. My only outlet was along the banks of the local streams and rivers and in the fields and woods. I hunted and fished every chance I got. It was my refuge. I could get away from everything and everybody. I had no problem spending hours and hours in solitude and I grew to love the outdoors as much for a relief valve as I did simply being amazed at everything I experienced. As a youngster I could probably outfish, outhunt, and outshoot most men and my most pleasant memories were spent roaming alone or with my dog while hunting or fishing. That carries over into my deer hunting today.