Rick wrote:"When the buffalo are gone, we will hunt mice, for we are hunters and we want our freedom." -- Chief Sitting Bull. Reckon the Sioux wanted to eat, too.
But from a less romantic or survival oriented perspective: we addicts would be out there scraping resin and sifting through the seeds and stems.
Still far from that point, at least where I hunt. Just frustrating to see us stampeding toward it.
Scrapin' and siftin'. Chief Rick.
It's a damn good analogy.
Can scrape a couple mallards out but only when the weather is just right with a favorable moon and the right kind of attitude which takes a good minute to achieve.
First you gotta run out and set up during the hot-side rainy windy part of the storm. Wait for it. It sucks.
Then the wind changes and oh shit it got cold. Might snow mixed with rain or rain mixed with snow then the ice box.
Wait for it. Wait til it hurts and keep waiting. Then they show up with tired wings all feet down an shit.
Bam bam a couple times til u limit and get the heck out.
Hope they're still around tomorrow. AND THEY'RE GONE.
Will get them next year.