Sometimes someone comes along who takes a body of knowledge & moves it into a new vision of hope & encouragement -- I hope I've done that for everyone who knows they're a hunter in a farmer's world...
I'm disappointed that there have been no previous posts. Perhaps it is because, like me, those who would respond just hate taking the boring ass time to post a comment. I'm an adrenaline junkie type who's grown a little too old to practice old follies of youth. Yet I can share some insight along with a comment I've perhaps too often said, "Ya never feel more alive than when you're flirting with death".
When new concepts occur, they often become prone to dualistic thinking. The ADD/ADHD criteria seems too rigid to me and I propose that it may be the regulatory mechanism that requires further examination. So far, I've spent nearly an hour thinking about how to respond...
I could write about how decades of mountain-biking , guiding white-water and working construction have exposed me to cultures of ADD/ADHD. I could write about how years spent waiting tables and tending bars offers stimulation to a mind in with the flow with environmental flux. Perhaps later.
I am an avid gardener. I appreciate the nuances between agriculture and horticulture. Horticulture respects the preferences of vegetation more than agriculture does. I love to hunt through my gardens, to witness and encourage the plants that are most at home in the incredible diversity of microclimates of my partially forested mountain home. I am their humble servant transplanting and nurturing, learning what makes things more alive.
The need to feel alive is so essential. I seek it in many ways and you probably do too. So come on people, leave a comment and help us to feel we're not alone.
Thank you for that. I love the message, I love the way it was delivered…I love the life you have, and I have an intense feeling of happiness for you. Even better, I have hope. Reading your post made me feel not so alone and different. I have plenty of friends, and I see them often, and especially the closest ones are amazing people. But I still feel like I’m different, and that I don’t quite fit in or belong.
You write, “I could write about how years spent waiting tables and tending bars offers stimulation to a mind in with the flow with environmental flux…” Thank you for putting that into words. I feel it. And how do I go about finding the posts when you do write them?
Tomorrow, while I am helping my daughter plant seeds in the greenhouse on her farm (I, also, have a passion for gardening), my brain will be creating the post I would’ve liked to have written.
Thanks Dorothey. How's that garden? Mine is delightful, bountiful chaos for people and insects alike as well as the occasional black bear and perhaps a few other mammals, and birds. Grow enough for everybody regardless of taxonomy, that's my creed. I'm especially proud of "my" worms. My compost piles (yes, there are multiple) is/are a splendid breading grounds for the worms. I like to waste no vegetative material, it's all sacred, nothing should be mindlessly discarded. As a result I get a lot of seeds that survive composting (ah, mindlessness). It's okay though, all those volunteers often are healthier than the seeds intentionally germinated and my gardens become evermore complex in their mixture of mixed species of edibleness (insects, birds and mammals).
I hope Substack sends you an email notifying you that someone responded to your comment and I hope to read something of your thoughts in the future.
OK, I’m losing my mind. I’ve just lost two responses, one lengthy, the other barely started, explaining losing the lengthy one, and I think I might’ve posted it accidentally. At any rate, I was looking at my email so I could find the receipt from the hotel I stayed in this weekend, and submit it for reimbursement, I found an email saying that you had responded, and of course I went off on a tangent. Maybe both of my responses posted, and you can get a small chuckle. In case you don’t see either, I will summarize: Garden is growing well, lots of rocks, rototiller, building a pond at my house so the rocks come in handy, need poop for my dirt, corn, tomatoes, brussels sprouts, peppers, herbs, pumpkins, not enough time, rock quarry.
Now I have to do my midnight marauder trip to the Winco grocery store. Look forward to hearing more about everything.
I resisted the hunter label at first. I tend, fairly or not, to see hunters as guys who like to kill, and I'm very adverse to the thought of killing any of the wonderful wildlife I encounter. (Though i do have some history of killing, when I think of it. For one thing, as a kid I slaughtered ants.) But to get back to the point, I read the above and the description of hunting behaviors does not seem to include 'kill-motivated,' and does include vigilance, and impulses to explore, and risky stimulation seeking, and all that checks with me. And given how many other topics and ideas seem good around here, I'm coming around to the hunting story.
I had a little insight this evening and this seems like the most appropriate place to share. There is a difference between ADD and ADHD. Yeah, it's the hyper-activity. It tends to be visible in a person's body type or morphology.
My thrill seeking proclivities have led me to communities of like-spirited people. I recognize ADHD people on site pretty quickly, mostly due to apparent athleticism. There's almost always noticeable muscle definition. Of course there are exceptions like heavy bodied people who will always have that subcutaneous layer of fat which is very valuable for endurance (think of Polynesians who paddle for days and days to explore other islands) and I'll never forget the article about the world's fittest fat man in Sports Illustrated (he was a champion triathlete) decades ago.
I've worked with so many of these people throughout more year than I care to account. They are always, maybe just often, top performers. Skills, initiative, production are all exceptional it seems to me.
It's funny, a lot of these people smoke a lot of pot. Hell, there have been guys that I DO NOT want to work with or adventure with UNLESS they are high. They make over-reactive mistakes and loose their cool without the THC. Perhaps being high is so constant for them it's just freaky not to be high.
I guess I've written more than enough...although there is Dorothey...
I'm disappointed that there have been no previous posts. Perhaps it is because, like me, those who would respond just hate taking the boring ass time to post a comment. I'm an adrenaline junkie type who's grown a little too old to practice old follies of youth. Yet I can share some insight along with a comment I've perhaps too often said, "Ya never feel more alive than when you're flirting with death".
When new concepts occur, they often become prone to dualistic thinking. The ADD/ADHD criteria seems too rigid to me and I propose that it may be the regulatory mechanism that requires further examination. So far, I've spent nearly an hour thinking about how to respond...
I could write about how decades of mountain-biking , guiding white-water and working construction have exposed me to cultures of ADD/ADHD. I could write about how years spent waiting tables and tending bars offers stimulation to a mind in with the flow with environmental flux. Perhaps later.
I am an avid gardener. I appreciate the nuances between agriculture and horticulture. Horticulture respects the preferences of vegetation more than agriculture does. I love to hunt through my gardens, to witness and encourage the plants that are most at home in the incredible diversity of microclimates of my partially forested mountain home. I am their humble servant transplanting and nurturing, learning what makes things more alive.
The need to feel alive is so essential. I seek it in many ways and you probably do too. So come on people, leave a comment and help us to feel we're not alone.
Thank you for that. I love the message, I love the way it was delivered…I love the life you have, and I have an intense feeling of happiness for you. Even better, I have hope. Reading your post made me feel not so alone and different. I have plenty of friends, and I see them often, and especially the closest ones are amazing people. But I still feel like I’m different, and that I don’t quite fit in or belong.
You write, “I could write about how years spent waiting tables and tending bars offers stimulation to a mind in with the flow with environmental flux…” Thank you for putting that into words. I feel it. And how do I go about finding the posts when you do write them?
Tomorrow, while I am helping my daughter plant seeds in the greenhouse on her farm (I, also, have a passion for gardening), my brain will be creating the post I would’ve liked to have written.
Thanks Dorothey. How's that garden? Mine is delightful, bountiful chaos for people and insects alike as well as the occasional black bear and perhaps a few other mammals, and birds. Grow enough for everybody regardless of taxonomy, that's my creed. I'm especially proud of "my" worms. My compost piles (yes, there are multiple) is/are a splendid breading grounds for the worms. I like to waste no vegetative material, it's all sacred, nothing should be mindlessly discarded. As a result I get a lot of seeds that survive composting (ah, mindlessness). It's okay though, all those volunteers often are healthier than the seeds intentionally germinated and my gardens become evermore complex in their mixture of mixed species of edibleness (insects, birds and mammals).
I hope Substack sends you an email notifying you that someone responded to your comment and I hope to read something of your thoughts in the future.
Warn regards, Marshall aka elementstew
OK, I’m losing my mind. I’ve just lost two responses, one lengthy, the other barely started, explaining losing the lengthy one, and I think I might’ve posted it accidentally. At any rate, I was looking at my email so I could find the receipt from the hotel I stayed in this weekend, and submit it for reimbursement, I found an email saying that you had responded, and of course I went off on a tangent. Maybe both of my responses posted, and you can get a small chuckle. In case you don’t see either, I will summarize: Garden is growing well, lots of rocks, rototiller, building a pond at my house so the rocks come in handy, need poop for my dirt, corn, tomatoes, brussels sprouts, peppers, herbs, pumpkins, not enough time, rock quarry.
Now I have to do my midnight marauder trip to the Winco grocery store. Look forward to hearing more about everything.
I resisted the hunter label at first. I tend, fairly or not, to see hunters as guys who like to kill, and I'm very adverse to the thought of killing any of the wonderful wildlife I encounter. (Though i do have some history of killing, when I think of it. For one thing, as a kid I slaughtered ants.) But to get back to the point, I read the above and the description of hunting behaviors does not seem to include 'kill-motivated,' and does include vigilance, and impulses to explore, and risky stimulation seeking, and all that checks with me. And given how many other topics and ideas seem good around here, I'm coming around to the hunting story.
Speaking as a lifelong vegetarian, that’s great!
I had a little insight this evening and this seems like the most appropriate place to share. There is a difference between ADD and ADHD. Yeah, it's the hyper-activity. It tends to be visible in a person's body type or morphology.
My thrill seeking proclivities have led me to communities of like-spirited people. I recognize ADHD people on site pretty quickly, mostly due to apparent athleticism. There's almost always noticeable muscle definition. Of course there are exceptions like heavy bodied people who will always have that subcutaneous layer of fat which is very valuable for endurance (think of Polynesians who paddle for days and days to explore other islands) and I'll never forget the article about the world's fittest fat man in Sports Illustrated (he was a champion triathlete) decades ago.
I've worked with so many of these people throughout more year than I care to account. They are always, maybe just often, top performers. Skills, initiative, production are all exceptional it seems to me.
It's funny, a lot of these people smoke a lot of pot. Hell, there have been guys that I DO NOT want to work with or adventure with UNLESS they are high. They make over-reactive mistakes and loose their cool without the THC. Perhaps being high is so constant for them it's just freaky not to be high.
I guess I've written more than enough...although there is Dorothey...