I didn’t post yesterday — the last day of convention — and I had a good reason.
I opened my tired eyes to a little voice that said, “Mommy, wake up. It’s time to go outside.”
By outside, my 3-year-old meant one of the lush atriums of the Gaylord Opryland. My husband had picked him up from the grandparents’ the night before and spent the evening exploring the “outside that’s inside” portions of the hotel.
I pried myself out of bed, relishing in the fact that for the first time in five days I wasn’t in a hurry — and that my family was together once again.
I thought of the speech Larry Potterfield delivered the evening before at the MidwayUSA-sponsored Awards Banquet.
He said (in paraphrase) that out of a population of 300 million people in the United States, only 14 million are hunters. With a life expectancy of about 78, nearly 182,000 hunters go on “to the happy hunting grounds” each year.
Mr. Larry then posed these pointed questions to the audience:
Who’s going to fill our shoes?
Who’s going to fill your shoes?
He said that each of us must do our part for our children and grandchildren to ensure the adults in our society 30, 40 and 50 years from now WANT to conserve wild turkeys and turkey habitat.
Sunday morning, I traded my dress pants for jeans. I slipped on a pair of comfortable shoes and my name badge. But instead of heading to the Delta Ballroom, we took the stairs to the Exhibit Hall, specifically The Roost.
Here’s me doing my part for the future of conservation…