One good thing about the Wyoming Cowboys and Denver Broncos having off years is that I don’t feel like I need to stay home on the weekends to watch the games. Sometimes I can even get the best of both worlds, because the times of the games lines up so that I can hunt all day, then get back to camp and at least catch the radio broadcasts of the games, or even tune in and watch them on my iPad if I’m in a place where the signal is strong enough.
But for the first few weeks of this season, I haven’t even bothered with that. Just going out and hunting and not bothering to listen to the games or try to watch them has probably improved my blood pressure. I did go to one of the Cowboys’ games, and it was miserable. We got pounded, and I spent the whole game wishing I’d been out in the woods hunting instead. As the game went on, I got more specific about the type of hunt I wanted to be on. Mountain lion would be the species of choice.
But then, two weekends ago, I came home to find out the Pokes had won. And it wasn’t even a patsy they had beaten. It was Air Force. And on top of that, the Broncos had won their second straight. I had to go back and watch the taped broadcasts of the games, because I didn’t believe it. And then this past weekend, the Pokes didn’t lose (they had a bye week), and the Broncos destroyed the Raiders.
So now I’m back to planning my hunting weekends around campsites that have good cellular coverage, or at least strong radio reception. If my teams are going to start winning, I’d like to see it, or at least hear it. It always makes me feel a little better about coming back to camp from a hunt empty-handed.
