Or kick my butt.
I got back into bow hunting 5 or 6 years ago when I lost the last of my goose hunting spots. A month ago, through no fault of my own, one of those spots was re-opened to me. Now, the waterfowl bug has again bitten me badly.
Instead of practicing my climbing techniques, I'm practicing my goose calling; instead of shooting my bow, I've been at the local sporting clays course. Early goose opens on Friday--I took the day off work and plan to hunt Friday, Saturday, and Monday. If things go well, there is no telling what could happen; If you think saddle hunting is an expensive rabbit hole, get into serious goose hunting.
Draw straws, flip coins, start a lottery or find a volunteer--one of you needs to come to my house and knock some sense into me.