
This all started with a phone call many months ago. I picked up my Blackberry phone and said hello. On the other line, an excited and well-rested Chris Larsen. I could tell he was ready to talk, so I listened. He said something like, "We're getting a hunt together and want you to come along." Keep in mind, I have about the same amount of hunting experience as the president of PETA.
Then Chris divulged his plan for me; he wanted me to videotape the "real" hunters shooting at pheasants. If you don't know Chris, he watches hunting video like most men watch pornography. I said sure, knowing that Chris and his wife Jenny were ready to have their first child. I honestly didn't think it would happen. But it did.
Fast forward a couple months to Saturday, Feb. 23rd. The alarm was set for 5:30 a.m. The South Beloit sun was still sleeping, and so was I. That was until a wide awake Chris knocked on my door. It was 5:15 a.m. It's amazing what a hunt does to a hunter. Chris, sleep deprived from the late night feedings and early morning wake up calls courtesy of son Jack, was as ready as a gun with its safety off.
I tried to catch-up with Chris. Both in the amount of clothing he was wearing and the enthusiasm he was wearing on his sleeve. I put on clothes, but my enthusiasm still didn't match his.
We get to where we're going and four men familiar with guns start to load up. I make sure the camera is ready. Point, click, capture the moment. Got it. Off went the birds, off we went.After about an hour and half of videotaping (and stumbling through mounds of snow up to my knees) I was holding a different point and click machine, a 12 gauge shotgun. I hadn't planned on this. I was holding a gun again. It had been a while. The thought of actually shooting at a bird, never really crossed my mind. That was until Chris reminded me how to handle a weapon. Here I was tracking through the snow with a new found purpose. I was hunting.
It didn't matter that I didn't kill anything this day (I did fire one shot, the bird was out of range as they say), I was doing something out of my comfort zone. Mr. Anti-spontaneity had done something spontaneous, and loved every minute of it.
I don't recommend everyone walk around five hours with a shotgun, but try something different sometimes.
You see that book over there with the ugly cover, it's actually pretty good.
Thanks Chris for letting me hunt for more than just good pictures.