A friend told me the other day he was depressed about the cold winter. Already he had stoked himself with Vitamin D and even yogurt and nuts, he said, all the trendy stuff.
But the needle on his mood-o-meter hadn't budged.
Now he was fiddling with the idea of a good intestinal cleansing, an Internet bargain, he thought, at $149.95 paid over six months, interest-free.
"I might even get inked up," he reported, though he acknowledged "chicks could interpret as a downer" a half-dozen teardrop tattoos emblazoned on his chest, beneath his heart.
"Among your problems," I said, "is that you don't hunt or fish. If you did, you'd be too busy worrying or planning to be depressed about something as inconsequential as winter."
Which was true.
Hunters and anglers can survive long, cold winters and other complications — not because catching a fish or outsmarting a cagey whitetail enhances their outlook sufficiently enough to ward off the rigors of cold days and even colder nights.
Instead, hunters and anglers nowadays must pay such close attention to politics, among other wild cards affecting the rise and fall of wildlife populations, that they have no time for lesser concerns.