I'm a complete hunting addict. It was proven yet again by a whimsical purchase I made the other night, completely out of the blue. I was just about to leave work when duck hunting entered my head. I wasn't remembering a past hunt, dreaming of a future hunt, or even considering anything specific about duck hunting. It was just duck hunting. Just that thought.
Then, literally in a matter of seconds, these thoughts rapidly entered my brain in this sequence: I want to be able to hunt ducks before work. Where can I hunt them? I'm not totally sure—there's public land around here somewhere. I'll need a boat. I can't afford a boat. I wonder if there's a dirt-cheap miracle boat on Craigslist. I should check.
I then went to Craigslist, searched for "Duck Boat," and as I expected, found several great duck boats that were all out of my price range. I then searched for "Canoe." Again, a bunch of canoes showed up, most designed for granola-eaters, all of which were way out of my price range. Then, for whatever reason, I searched for "Camo." I truly have no idea why I thought "Camo" would find me a boat, but sure as Shelly, it did.
Before I knew it, I was driving down the highway with a canoe strapped to the roof of my full-size Hyundai sedan. I sure hope I get to use it. Like I said, I'm an addict.
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