Having been Web/social media editor for the North American Hunting Club and North American Hunter magazine since last October, I’ve finally settled in—I think! Welcome to the Mixed Bag blog.
When you start at a new “job” (I use quotes because, for me, my career is more of a blessing than a job), there’s always a learning curve to get over. It’s kind of like taking a foreign car on a spring hunting trip to South Dakota …
I recently went on my second spring snow goose hunting trip, ever. (You’ll get to hear the full story in a North American Hunter Online Exclusive in the future.) I let my cameraman and one of the gents from Federal Premium Ammunition take home the pile of snow geese we shot; I’ve already got plenty in my freezer. Instead, I took home my share of South Dakota mud, smothered on my full-size sedan—a Hyundai XG350. But it was more than mud. It was a lesson that I ought not ever take a car on a South Dakota hunting trip ever gain.
What was I thinking in the first place? Simple: outrageous gas prices and my constant urge to save a buck no matter what I’m doing. Some call it cheap, but I call it efficient. I prefer to spend my money on guns, ammo, tags, food, beverages and other things I don’t have to sit back and watch burn. That’s not to say I didn’t do my homework. I was sure to ask one of my NAHC buddies—the guy who set up the trip—if I’d be OK without a 4×4. He waved his hands nonchalantly, said it would be perfectly cool, and successfully changed the subject by talking about how many geese we would kill.
OK, I’ll admit something else: Prior to this trip, I hadn’t yet hunted anything in South Dakota. Shocking? Kind of, considering I love waterfowl hunting and I’m dying to kill a pheasant. Oh, and my Twin Cities’ home is only a stone’s throw away from the 77,116 square mile duck-hunting and rooster-busting paradise.
Despite my near-ditch experiences with my “city boy” car on low-maintenance South Dakota roads, the Light Goose Conservation Order hunt was a great way to kick off a new year in the field. Now, it’s time to move on to my ultimate passion of pursuing longbeards and limb-hangers. It’s gobble time.