FLYING THE NOT-SO FRIENDLY SKIES

Those of you who travel by air for business or pleasure these days know all about how much fun flying is NOT anymore. I have flown more than a million miles during my life and have grown to dislike it so much that if I have to travel less than 1,000 miles to a hunt, it is an automatic drive for me. Only a tight schedule or a ridiculous driving distance will get me on an airplane.

The last straw occurred more than a decade ago on a Delta flight from Tucson, Arizona, to Montgomery, Alabama, with a plane change in Atlanta for an industry hunt in southern Alabama. The flight down was OK, until I waited at the luggage carousel in Montgomery — which, anymore, is similar to playing the roulette wheel in Vegas. Red or black? Bags will arrive or not? When I saw my duffel bag come off I thought, Outstanding! Then I saw my bow case.

I had this gihugous aluminum Kalispel bow case for