I know, I know. There has not been a post in a while.
So, here is a post.
As you may be or may not be aware, I am pretty conservative when it comes to politics. I am, by far, not an environmentalist either. In fact, although I am not quite weird enough to chant “drill, baby, drill” when in a room with thousands of other conservatives, I would probably say “drill, and drill now” while playing games with friends.
I guess it is with that in mind that I find my involvement (some may call it an addiction) with geocaching very strange. I am not an outdoorsman. I am not a hunter. I do like to fish, but the reality is I like to catch. However, I completely enjoy the outdoors now. I guess BC (before geocaching), I saw no purpose in visiting a park or the country or a creek bed or a lake (without a fishing pole). Now, I can see those things AND have a purpose for being there. I enjoy seeing deer now, rather than making sure they do not run into my car. And can a conservative, non-environmentalist, non-animal loving man be more concerned for the safety of antelope? I don’t think so.
I don’t know if I can say that my love for animals has increased, but while looking for a cache recently we all witnessed what almost turned out to be a horrible happening. My wife held the camera and the kids watched in awe as I went into action. Here is a download of the result:
Of course, now that you have watched the video, you know full well that could not have been my fat, well, gut chasing him down. In real life you all probably know that the boys and I would have most likely been on top of the geocar chanting – “cheetah, cheetah, cheetah.” Even if it were real, and it was me, PETA would still have picketed my front yard because I deprived the cheetah of his meal (oh, and ignored him as I ran by) and humiliated the antelope in his native environment and who knows what the buzzard division of PETA would have said…
Maybe we will place a cache in honor of this un-heroic feat. Or maybe we will just wait until we really do discover a cheetah while geocaching. Or maybe I will change and become a card-bearing member of PETA. Or maybe, just maybe this is something I will never discover a change for.
So, here is a post.
As you may be or may not be aware, I am pretty conservative when it comes to politics. I am, by far, not an environmentalist either. In fact, although I am not quite weird enough to chant “drill, baby, drill” when in a room with thousands of other conservatives, I would probably say “drill, and drill now” while playing games with friends.
I guess it is with that in mind that I find my involvement (some may call it an addiction) with geocaching very strange. I am not an outdoorsman. I am not a hunter. I do like to fish, but the reality is I like to catch. However, I completely enjoy the outdoors now. I guess BC (before geocaching), I saw no purpose in visiting a park or the country or a creek bed or a lake (without a fishing pole). Now, I can see those things AND have a purpose for being there. I enjoy seeing deer now, rather than making sure they do not run into my car. And can a conservative, non-environmentalist, non-animal loving man be more concerned for the safety of antelope? I don’t think so.
I don’t know if I can say that my love for animals has increased, but while looking for a cache recently we all witnessed what almost turned out to be a horrible happening. My wife held the camera and the kids watched in awe as I went into action. Here is a download of the result:
Of course, now that you have watched the video, you know full well that could not have been my fat, well, gut chasing him down. In real life you all probably know that the boys and I would have most likely been on top of the geocar chanting – “cheetah, cheetah, cheetah.” Even if it were real, and it was me, PETA would still have picketed my front yard because I deprived the cheetah of his meal (oh, and ignored him as I ran by) and humiliated the antelope in his native environment and who knows what the buzzard division of PETA would have said…
Maybe we will place a cache in honor of this un-heroic feat. Or maybe we will just wait until we really do discover a cheetah while geocaching. Or maybe I will change and become a card-bearing member of PETA. Or maybe, just maybe this is something I will never discover a change for.
Posts
