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Outdoor Truths: Aiming Outdoorsmen Toward Christ July 14th
The long, hot, summer days are trying for those who love the outdoors. Fishing can only be tolerated very early or very late, and hunting is not even in the picture. These times of drought make us edgy and uneasy while we are waiting for better times.
 Sometimes, it seems that we live in a pace of extremes. The action is either fast and furious, or slow and non-existent. There are no days that the hunting and fishing is so good that we go at it in a leisurely pace. No, there is no dimmer switch on our activities. We are either on or off.
 My friend refuses to eat while he’s bass fishing. Time spent reaching for some nabs, could be time spent casting one more time. He literally will complain about being hungry when he’s only a few feet away from food. He’s got the bass bug, bad. On the other hand, I cannot ask the fish to take the “food” I’m offering them if I’m not willing to show them the way. So, I prefer to fish on a full stomach.
 Most of us have addictive personalities. It’s all or nothing. Words like moderation and patience are not in our vocabulary. And starting with something of lesser value and working our way up to something nicer is a virtue of those only from a previous generation. Golf for instance, is a perfect example. I used to play golf until I realized why they called it golf. It’s because all of the other four letter words were taken. You can’t play golf without custom clubs, two-tone shoes, and polyester pants. In fact, just try to tee off on a golf course with your “Will hunt for food” T-shirt and you’ll see what I mean. You’ll be hunting for a new place to play golf because that T-shirt better have a collar. Heck, I thought that’s why they were called “T-shirts”…… so I could tee off in one. Wrong!
Yeah, I don’t know about them golfers. I’m a hunter and fisherman.  I don’t have to have all of that stuff. Those guns, muzzleloaders, bows, knives, camouflage clothes, tree stands, boots, trucks, boats, fishing rods, tackle and licenses, are tools I need to bring food home to my family. There’s no addiction here, just honest concern for the well-being of those that I love.
The Lord wouldn’t want it any other way.

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