Walking Time Bomb

I'm a walking time bomb, well that's what the Dr tells me, 11 months ago everything seemed to be OK, I passed my immigration medical with no problems, but things have slowly gone down hill or maybe even caught up with me. The stress of work and life in general have changed that much in the last 11 months that today it took 3 people to check my blood pressure.

In the month that has gone by its amazing how going out with steve's hawks has become so important to me, I forgot how to be so absorbed in something that takes your mind away from everything outside of that immediate vicinity. I used to do competition fishing. I wasn't very good at it , well i never one any prizes but that wasn't the point for 4 hrs a week i could go fishing and try and catch as many fish as i could, sitting on the bank waiting for that float to bob and then take a strike, if i stuck fast enough we had a carp or a bream, sometimes it was a tench it didn't matter as long as it was big and put up a fight. One fish become two , two became 4 and before you knew it 4hrs had gone and there was 8-10lbs of fish in your net waiting to be weighed and released back to the stretch of river or lake i was fishing. I have forgotten how that 4hrs became void of a boss that shouts at you, money worries and other things that happen in life.

I'm glad falconry has come along when it has, for a moment in time all those stresses are gone, its just you, someone who has become a very good friend , a hawk and some game. The excitement of the chase as a cotton tail makes a dash for freedom. Shouting HOHOHO to get the hawks attention, scrambling through brambles as you race to keep up with the bunny in hope that the hawk has also spotted it and wants to chase with you. There is something very human and very basic about falconry , there is an excitement there, there is something that makes you feel alive. One purpose, one mission and whether you like it allot its been something we have been doing since Adam and eve were expelled from the garden of Eden. That day something died to make cloths for two people, something was hunted and in the millions or thousands of years that have gone on since that same basic instinct is still there. It might be sanitised, it might be even forgotten by some but its still there ticking away.

Today i was told i need to make a life style change, Today i wish i was at the airport shouting HOHOHO and forgetting all other things but one, the hunt is on and we are going to hunt something.