On Patience

February 3, 2017

I don’t think patience has anything to do with the cultivation of the special ability to wait. Neither has it anything to do with come what may acceptance. Patience has even less to do with resignation in the way a man murmurs to himself – I will see it no matter what happens.

If anything patience to me resembles hunting – it is to constantly take action to transform into the positive, to bear it out with a calm disposition to the very end and above all to have faith that it will all work out in the end while you are working quietly without complain.

Patience is to strive to understand a thing beyond it’s dictionary meaning….to even see it’s inner and intricate movements and complications from within…and not merely to watch it’s mysteries from the outside…it is to understand a thing for what it is really is and not what others say it is…..patience is the highest form of scholarship.

All other definitions of patience are merely pretentious.


‘I don’t need ever need to go to a supermarket whenever I need meat. I just hunt. I hunt with a bow. The curious thing about hunting in the wild is it has absolutely nothing and less to do with how it’s so often depicted in the movies – where the hunter is always rushing here and there to chase down the prey. I guess that’s the way movie directors need to script the act of hunting otherwise it would be pretty difficult to sell tickets.

It’s really quite boring. Yes…it is. Actually.

Truth is hunting is unlike welding, drilling a hole and fitting a pin on post or just making sure your three pin is all wired right.

It’s a process, very orthodox that requires one to simply keep to the tried and tested rules.

It first begins by understanding the way of the prey – if it’s a hog. They move in packs during the dry season usually after dark. In the wet season a female hog is usually alone. She breaks away from the pack and that’s also the period when they’re the fiercest and would provably never back down when threatened….as she’s probably given birth or about to.

During those periods…the tables are turned. The hunter usually becomes the hunted.

A fully grown hog can charge from zero to forty kilometers in less than four seconds flat – with it’s head tilted charging at full speed – it’s virtually impossible to bring her down with a clean shot…impossible. As the head of hog is armor plated with at least three inches of bullet proof bone – it even puts military vest to shame. If you’re ever in that situation – you’re looking at spending the rest of your days in a wheel chair…that’s if you’re lucky.

The only reason why I am feel compelled to share this with you is because respect for the prey is the one single most misrepresented truth about hunting….no. Man is not at the top of the game. Granted he may have tools and even intellect on his side. But the prey has the home ground and that simply everything that you have on your side is at best 50/50.

Respect…..that is the first and cardinal rule of patience…know your enemy…know his ways. But never…ever disrespect him.

Like I said. It all begins with having the patience to understand the way of the prey and the wild. That’s to say, you’ve got to some how get inside the hog look at the world thru it’s eyes, ears and nose. Being on the outside looking in is no bloody good….you might as well go and try your luck when they’re having twenty five percent off lamb chops in the supermarket.

It’s just a bloody waste of a good Sunday.

Being inside looking out means you know there at least thirty two ways to walk during the dry season silently without once snapping a twig in the wild. There are only five to six times in a day when the wild goes dead quiet and the patience to know all this gives you the power of invisibility.

Invisibility is what gives you the element of surprise…without it. You might as well upgrade your premium on your personal insurance.

The best time to bring down a hog is just before a thunder storm – there’s not much time….it all happens fast. So try not to move or fidget too much. Find a spot and remain still like a lifeless stone. Go with the wild. Let it permeate you like the stillness of grass, moss amd all the little bugs that seem to move silently unseen.

When the storm heightens. The rich nitrogen air mucks up their acute sense of smell, that’s when the hog’s radar goes on the blink…it doesn’t work. And even when it seems to, it gives out false readings.

You can tell, this by the way the hog zig zags – that means he’s really entirely on sight.

Not smell…..that important because for the bow hunter you need to get up real close.

They’re also almost blind during the overcast just before a thunderstorm. Confused even. As they don’t quite know whether it dusk or dawn.

The profile of the head is low to the ground….distances becomes very confusing in the overcast.

As for their acute sense of hearing that can usually pick up a human two miles down wind – that’s masked by the rustle of the leafs just before a thunderstorm.

That’s the only time when a hog doesn’t behave like a hog. That’s the only time when it will break the discipline how to proceed silently with the cloak of invisibility in the wild. That’s the only time when you could even be right next to a 90 kilo hog and he wouldn’t even be able to see you.

Just before a thunderstorm is the only time when a hog is only preoccupied with finding high ground to dig a fox hole beneath a tree to keep dry. Nothing else matters to him. But even should he be within shot range…be patient…bite your tongue….wait.

Be patient.

Let him finish the dig. Let him even lie down. Let him even snuggle and find a comfy spot before the storm.

When the first distant lighting shards crackles thru the bitumen colored skies…it’s still not the right time to take the shot.

No. Don’t ever do that – as the first lightning rap usually alerts the hog…let at least four go by. Six is even better as he will get used to it by then.

Be very patient…continue biting your tongue till it draws blood….wait…wait…wait.

Only during the briefest periods just before the fury of the thunderstorm is unleashed – when the wind dies. When the hog is deep within the embrace of sweet repose. When the wild momentarily stands so still that there is neither sound or movement do you stand up, draw the bow and loose the hissing arrow to finally deliver the death blow.

It’s quick. Clean. Professional….and most importantly the end…the whispering death of the arrow finding the fifth column of the spine severing the central nervous system…instantaneous death.


Patience is to strive to understand a thing beyond it’s dictionary meaning….it is to understand a thing for what it is really is and not what others say it is.

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