Ok, it's a well-documented fact that I like hunting. I enjoy the opportunity to get outdoors with my friends and do GUY STUFF **pardon me while I scratch myself** with a loaded shotgun in my hands.
I'm not anyone's idea of Ted Nugent (like his music; some of his politics and all of his 70s hair) but I do enjoy dove hunting, quail hunting and the occasional feral hog excursion.
That doesn't mean I'm any good at it. I suck most of the time. That doesn't stop me because I hunt 21st Century style, with all the modern conveniences of food, shelter, central air and heat, and most of all CELLPHONE COVERAGE.
I know what you're saying to yourselves, "Bob, WTF?
I thought going hunting was an excuse to get away from email, Facebook, ESPN.com and CELLPHONES." To this I would have to answer, "Internets, have we met?"
It doesn't make sense to get all Unabomber crazy just because you're escaping the confines of the fifth largest metro area in the United States for a three-day weekend.
Even the good folks in the hinterlands need their cellphone service. I'll gladly assist them by allowing the placement of a cellphone tower on our ranch so long as they'll let me put a deer stand on it.
I haven't had any takers on that offer. Luckily, I haven't needed any. I've got great cellphone coverage down at the ranch. This of course has its pluses and minuses. Take our last hunt for example.
After an afternoon of hunting, our group enjoys eating some barbecue and kicking back around the fire pit. We do some serious male bonding by solving the world's problems and looking up at the majestic star canopy that's only visible when you're 120 miles outside of a metropolitan area.
It's a picture right out of Field & Stream. A group of grown men in camo illuminated by the roaring pecan wood fire and the blue-gray GLOW OF CELLPHONES.
I blame myself.
A couple of years ago we switched from T-Mobile (aka, Can you hear me never) to AT&T. Turns out that cell coverage down at the ranch is good.
That's how I found myself sitting around the camp fire with a group of Boomer guys dressed in camo, talking, drinking beer, watching YouTube videos and checking the latest college football scores.
It was a magic moment. And by "magic" I mean Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir were spinning in their graves.
I'm not complaining. I never travel without my iPod, iPhone and
If I can only convince AT&T to put a cell tower on our place, I'll have the best damn deer stand in Hamilton County.
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