Blank, that’s not near as funny as you think.
When I was planning my retirement back in 2012, I thought, I think I’d like to spend my falls in hunting camps, I think I could cook. I wouldn’t even care if they paid me, I’d just love to be out there, seeing the sights and interacting with the folks.
I even went to the extent of having a batch of business cards made up and got myself down to the the Safari Club International show in Las Vegas. Started hand out business cards and before the show was over I got called to do an interview with three different outfits. All three offered me a job, one was a dream job in fact. It was with a young woman and her father, that run
Alaskan brown bear hunts, off of two different yachts. I said to her, I don’t thibk I can cook the kind of meals you folks are going to want to serve to the kind of clients your guiding. She said, well, you can cook can’t you? I said well, I can but........ you’re serving a lot fancier food than I’m used to preparing. She said, “hey, don’t worry about it. We serve the same meals every week. I’ll train you to cook just those meals and you’ll never have to cook anything else. Our menu never changes.”
I wanted that job bad but I had to turn her down because she needed a Cook from the first of May through through the end of November, no significant time off and I wasn’t interested in that kind of commitment. I wasn’t looking for income, I was looking for the experience. She needed a full time Chef.
Another tempting offer was at a fly in tent camp for sheep/moose/caribou in the Yukon. I was pumped when this offer was made.... until I said, “how are the bugs in your camp? The outfitter said, “they’re not bad....... when there is a good breeze blowing.” I said, “Oh, okay, cause I hate bugs...... how offen does the wind blow”? He said, “hardly ever.”
Regardless........ can you imagine if I’d have gone to hunting camp and whipped out a batch of biscuits and gravy? They’d have hung me right then and there! No questions asked........ somebody would have said, “get a gun”.
I guess you’d have to say “he dogged a bullet”.
Absolutely a true story!!
Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug......