When I was younger, the most exciting activity that anyone could get me involved in (excluding interacting with girls) was a hunt..The appeal back then wasn't just the killing of an animal, although I didn't realise that to the same extent that I do now.
After 40 years of hunting I have identified many of the components of a hunt. When I am driving early in the morning I think about these things again and again.
The first whiff of a hunt for most people triggers a state of anticipation both in the conscious and the subconscious. This state has a life of its own....the practical steps such as making good preparations so that a chunk of time can be carved out of your life with minimum negative consequences...detract from the foreplay.
For many blokes, no matter what their age, women get in the way. From a woman's point of view, hunting seemed to have very little in its favour... the psychological impact on a women when her partner finds her less attractive than a sweaty scrub-bash can be unhealthy. Today some men are presumably suffering these same psychological problems because the number of women who have taken up hunting has increased enormously off a tiny tiny base. The possible release of emotional feelings by a partner during the preparation phase can be a distraction and even detract from the main event.
As I said, I ponder upon the total hunting package when I am on the road on the way there, as I was on this particular day. This is why when my friend starts talking about other hunts and  reminiscing about an exciting stalk he had ten years ago I try to sound enthusiastic when sometimes I'm thinking about other things.

I've lain here a while thinking about this hunting trip. My son and I did a fair bit of research on New Zealand before we came and we've found it pretty much as we'd expected. The mountains are strangely benign. There ain't no bears to put the hair up on your neck and you'll never see a mountain lion sneaking away. The worst discomfort are little black sand flies but even they are nothing really to worry about. They cause a bit of itching. Not like the ticks I get all over me when I go for a walk through the long grass back home. Maybe the animals here carry ticks but no-one's talked about that yet.
Time to get up I reckon...I'll have a shower and then head on out to the kitchen. My son agreed to meet me there at about 8.00 am. I have a great view of mountains out the window. The day looks fantastic although I can see the clumps of grass are thrashing around in the wind but this lodge is so solid you wouldn't know what the weather was like outside.