"Small things amuse small minds" - Doris Lessing
I guess the quote above would sum me up pretty well, for I am easily amused by some of the smallest things. Like these Oak seedlings that Lily brought me today. They are small but hardly insignificant, and under the right conditions with time it will become one of the mighty trees my children like to climb.
Think about it, the now big corporation that started with an idea or search for a solution to a problem.
Even the greatest of avalanches began with a snow flake and the devastating flood started with a drop of rain.
People tend to overlook the small, but the greatest things come with the mastery of the tiniest of details. This is why when something is to big for me I brake it down into smaller, more manageable pieces, and working a priori from the biggest of problems I usually find the most minute of causes. This can be used as an approach to a variety of outdoor activities. We will call it, "The Acorn Theory."
When I was younger I went hunting both on my own and with friends on several occasions that basically amounted to us carrying guns and either walking or sitting somewhere in the woods. Surprisingly enough though, this well thought out plan of attack yielded little to nothing in the way of groceries.
I eventually did shoot a pig with a buddy of mine, somewhere outside of Melbourne, and then strutted around like a mighty hunter as we gave each other high fives. This was followed by blank starring and silence, which I could no longer take and broke the silence by asking my older, "more experienced" buddy, " now what?"
"You need to to field dress him," was his reply. He guided and reassured me by stepping back several feet and saying, "you got it."
Special note: field dressing is not clothing an animal but rather taking stuff out of said creature.
"Thanks Mark," I replied as I knelt down next to the pig. You see back then in the olden days of the late eighties and early nineties there were no smart phones, so no helpful blogs and no You tube videos of "Dressing a Boar for Idiots", that I could refer to. My buddy, who was an expert on the drive out here and full of successful hunting stories, now resorted to a teaching approach I will refer to as "not interfering at all."
But not wanting the animal to spoil, I reduced the problem to the simplest definition of field dressing I could come up with, which was pull the insides to the outside. With this plan I began to cut open the belly of the pig which is apparently something that is best done with great care and tact especially if you have a strong gag reflex. All the Combos and Funyuns I had eaten in the tree stand now surfaced and were then followed by the biscuits and gravy I had for breakfast that morning. This continued for some time till both the pig and myself were completely field dressed and my "teacher" thoroughly entertained.
As we drove away laughing and reliving the experience in the truck I could not help a bit of sober reflection. I realized I had a problem and that was that I knew absolutely nothing about hunting and I needed someone to take me out of the oak tree and back to the acorn.