Confessions of an Outdoors Napper

I love the outdoors. I love naps. Combined. You guessed it, I
love napping outdoors.

I enjoy hunting and fishing for the exercise and excitement of
each activity, but I also value the serenity and relaxation each
provide. The chance to get away from my “crackberry” (aka
Blackberry) and the demands of our “always connected” culture puts
this guy in the perfect frame of mind for a good nap. Today I’d
like to share some of my favorite outdoors napping spots.

The Tall Grass Nap

I remember my best tall grass nap like I’ve just woken up from that
North Dakota field. Allow me to set the scene: for three days
straight, I’d awoke at 4 a.m. set out 500 decoys for ducks and
hunted waterfowl till noon. After cleaning the ducks and having
lunch, we’d change into upland clothes and walk miles in search of
roosters, Huns, and sharpies ‘till dark. On the fourth day, I’d set
off in a direction on my own; opposite the rest of the group. As I
disappeared from their view behind the hill, I dropped into the
tall grass beneath the sunny blue sky and fell asleep to the
cacophony of Sandhill cranes somewhere beyond my eyelids. Outdoors
napping utopia!

The Pheasant Hunter’s Truck Nap

Ever walked through miles of cattail sloughs in subzero temps all
morning? It’ll wear you out. Follow the cattail march up with a
lunch inside your truck at the WMA parking area. With the heater
blasting inside the truck and the cold wind blowing outside, it’s
the perfect time for your eyes to get heavy.

The Deer Hunter’s Blind Nap

Seriously, who hasn’t dosed off in their deer blind? Artists have
memorialized this time-honored ritual of the deer season as often
as they’ve painted drop-tine bucks.

The Goose Hunter’s Field Nap

Like the deer hunter’s blind nap, I beg a goose hunter out there to
claim never to have fallen asleep in a layout blind after waking up
at 4 a.m. to set up 500 decoys.

The Fisherman’s Canoe Nap

The rocking back and forth of the waves, the bright sun shining
down then reflecting up off the water, and the sore back of sitting
on a metal canoe bench. Lean back onto the canoe bow and drift off
with the lapping waters of rejuvenation.

The Dock Nap

With your favorite brew at hand, the sun setting on the horizon and
the water splashing all around, who on earth would need a
soundtrack of mating whales?

What do you think? Have I missed one of your favorite napping
spots, or are you more hardcore than I and would never dream of
slipping off into REM when there are birds to shoot, bucks to bag
and fish to catch?


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