Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
I reset my Twitter account this morning.
With much trepidation. My Twitter was hacked three times in the space of several weeks.
And frankly, I am not sure about the payoff from Twitter in a field like the outdoors.
It's sort of the antithesis of the experience of the outdoors, which I think at its best is a move toward seclusion and contemplation.
Yet, the reality is that technology has always been a key in the pursuit of the outdoors: from fishermen to hunters and shooters to backpackers and hikers to boaters to mountain climbers.
In the sporting world, I think fishermen are the most gadget oriented, surpassing even golfers in having an affinity for gadgets.
Tight to the west shoreline of the north old clay pit, tight enough I would have missed them if I wasn't on the extended ramble with the meathead, 31 Canada geese swam very quietly, eying us all the while.
Yet, if you think about it, fishermen were among the earliest to fully utilize cell phones and the Internet for fishing reports. The same was true for texting, then Facebook and lately Twitter.
Hunters always seem a step or two behind fishermen in that. To fully explain that would take more than a morning ramble. I tend to drift more toward the hunters' side of this.
Then again, I lean toward the Luddite in general.
The belted kingfisher was on the south pit again, confirming my suspicions that that is where the fish are.
Rail workers, again, were getting out of their vehicles, stretching in the beauty of an easy fall sunrise as the meathead and I rounded back into town.
But not a single squirrel scurried about back in town.