Reading Pete McDonald's post about receiving the F3T promo package I felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy. Not that they would send a package to a wingshooting blog (even though I did mention fly fishing once or twice although I can't seem to find it just now), but more that I'm now forced to face the reality that there is no bird porn.
The off season is long, at times excruciatingly long, and it wouldn't take much to draw me into the air conditioning for scenes of bird dogs sailing through lowcountry pines or views across miles of western grass. But it would take more than the videos and TV shows currently out there. How many times can you watch re-created shots and recycled bird hits? I appreciate the effort but where's the film-making talent? Where's the story from a novel point of view? For that matter, where's the novel story?
Back when Gray's dabbled in film they produced a 30 minute episode of Hungarian partridge hunting with Ben Williams that was pretty darn good. Exceptional camera work, inspiring and apropos soundtrack, a piece that really put you there. I have the thing on
Could it be that wingshooters won't fill theaters all across the country to drink microbrews and gaze with lust and longing at someone else's adventures? I guess that would be for the other porn.