Fellow scduckers, I've been sitting a member of this site for quite a while now. Some of you I have became good friends with, some we may not see eye to eye. However there is one thing I have noticed that we all so. At some point or another we are on here complaining about how people are ruining our hunts, rubber heads are stupid, skybusters flared our swing, etc.
Well as this season draws near end, please take this last week to enjoy the time you have in the field. I'll be the first to admit, I have never been pleased with what I have. Don't get me wrong, waterfowl hunting is a passion of mine that's deeply engrained in my soul and always will be. Where the problem always came I'm is that I never had the money to have the nicest gun, camo, or especially a duck boat. For years I've watched people laugh at me at landings and such as I've launched my beat up riveted Jon boat. People would laugh at me while I mounted my screw on running lights that are held together by duck tape.
I've shot the same old gun for years, and never had a problem with it. I've had the same calls, beat up decoys, and rotten grass mats that I use to brush my boat in.
I have a good paying job and all but having a family and bills, I could never afford to have anything nice. It seemed as if everyone I knew had bigger and better things than I did. (From their boats to their trucks). All my wife ever heard from me was how I was going to buy this and that and how sick I was of having such a piece of crap boat, truck, etc.
Most of you guys on here may not have this issue. Maybe you are fortunate enough to have the nicest things. But out of all the members this site has I'm sure one of you feels the same way I did, and this post is for you.
January 2nd 2014 at about 6:45 pm god opened my eyes and showed me that none of that stuff mattered. I left my house that night not knowing it would almost be the last time I'd ever see my family. Doctor says only 3% of people with the injury I sustained live. And most of the 3% are fully paralyzed.
Well I'm home from the hospital now. Still alive and still walking! Now that I'm here, you have no idea how much I miss that piece of crap riveted boat! How much I love to have that ole rusty gun in my hands in the morning! It's the things I never appreciated that I miss the most!
I'm stuck at home now for months with no where to go and nothing to do. To most it sounds terrible (and the pain is) but I can't tell you how good it feels to be able to sit at home for a change and spend time with my wife and watch my kids run around and play. I've told my family and friends I love you more in the past two weeks than I have in all my life.
My life has been changed forever for the better. I have a very long way to go but what better way to wait than with the ones you love the most.
Guys just have fun the rest of this season. Be thankful for the time god has given you to go out and harvest his blessings. Be thankful for that old boat and gun, and maybe one day you'll have a nicer one. Whenever you feel you have nothing to say, tell a friend you love them. You never know when it'll be the last time you get to see them. Be careful out there guys. God bless you all.
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