It never ceases to perplex me that, in a state so ripe with wild game, guys come off as simply giving up because they don't get the chance to chase ONE of the native species.
Good God...I'm completely ADHD when it comes to hunting season: Early goose, to doves, back to early goose, throw some sharpies in the mix, ooo huns...yes please, to duck opener, to field goose hunts, to field duck hunts, to a water hunt or two, then maybe chase pheasants, whoops better try bow hunting a bit, welp the dogs need work so we'll shoot some more ducks, ponds are froze so now I'll chase pheasants, crap forgot about my bow tag, shoot an archery deer, sweet venison is stocked so back to pheasants, hey coyotes are out better make a stand...woah it's January already?! That went quick.
Where there's a will, fellas, there's a way.