I used to agree with you. But...
I'm blessed to be able to spend way more time in nature than most folks. Right now I'm "working" and looking out the window at a tidal lake filled with life. Red maples, spuce, white oaks, tupelo, cypress, yaupon, sumac, beautyberry, mountain laurel, and water lilies predominate the flora. From up on the bluff I live on I can also see down into the water and observe schools of shad and the spotted gar stalking them. I can watch bluegill hit the surface early in the morning. There's a pileated woodpecker hammering on my poor fence post, and earlier today a mangy little fox slipped down a trail paralleling the river in my backyard.
It's great, I love it. I made a choice and paid the very real price (less contact with friends and family and reduced earning potential) to live the pastoral life. Nature watching isn't an occasional thing for me, it's almost constant.
Hunting and fishing puts me even closer to even more wildlife, but if I'm being honest it's the walking in and out and scouting around that really lets you look and learn. Staring at the same 20 acres from dawn to dusk, sometimes multiple days in a row during a rut stakeout, is a little too zen for me some days.
I could read 24/7 for the rest of my life and never read all of the really good and important books we've produced. Not every time, but some of the times I'm in the woods, it's a better use of my hourglass sands reading/listening to a good book and keeping an eye/ear out for anomalies in the ambience.
I've entered the predator's trance for hours. I've meditated. I've listened to audiobooks. I've read the classics. I've taken naps. And I've killed more deer doing those things than most hunters. Have I missed a few because I wasn't paying attention? Yep. Have I stuck around through the midday lull and killed deer I wouldn't have if I'd have headed out early? Yep.
You can't trump time in the woods. Buying a house adjacent to a WMA, choosing to hunt in a comfy saddle (or pacseat), carrying a paperback and bone-conduction headphones, packing a hammock, or bringing a bass rod to pass the midday lull all keep you in the game.
Anywho, practical advice for the poor souls who can't stay enraptured by the beauty of the natural world:
- Think about which sense you're relying on the most. If I'm hunting thick cover, autumn leaves, or flooded woods and will hear a deer before I see it I bring a book. If I'm hunting a large clearcut with a rifle, I'll listen to an audiobook.
- If you use your phone or an e-reader, bring a battery bank. Cold weather kills batteries quickly.
- Bone-conduction headphones are the cat's-azz. You can hear the woods and the audiobook simultaneously.
- Have a plan to set the book/phone/e-reader down quickly and transition to go-mode. I like a big cargo pocket on my jacket like you see on the M-65 military models. Keep the pocket open and tuck the flap inside the pocket so you can shove whatever is in your hands in there instantly and by feel.
- This is just personal taste, but I don't like to bring novels/drama with me. I like books on science (particularly biology and neuroscience), religion (particularly world religions), philosophy, and poetry. The woods are for contemplation, the village for drama. Both are great and you should enjoy them to the max, which I think is best accomplished in their respective settings.
I feel sorry for anybody who hasn't read Paradise Lost or the Bhagavad Gita 30ft up in a tree on a hilltop overlooking a few hundred acres of riverbottom as the sun rose. Lofty heights for body and mind!