My feet are getting dumber, no doubt about it. For the past year or so, they’ve spent far too much time shuffling about on city sidewalks, carpeted floors and smooth lawns. Any major ascents they’ve made have been on elevators and escalators. Under such conditions feet become soft, smug and complacent, and they soon lose any sense of self-reliance. They dumb down.
If you hunt and fish, you need smart feet. You need feet that can look out for themselves … and you, too. You can’t constantly be worrying about what they’re up to. You’re out to bag fish or game, not to babysit a couple of spoiled feet.
Let’s say you’re rushing up the side of a mountain in hopes of getting a shot at an elk before it disappears over a ridge. You can’t be telling your feet, “Watch out for that loose rock, Lefty! Sharp stick ahead, Righty! Hole! Deep hole!”
After all, your feet are a lot closer to the terrain than you are. They should be able to exercise some initiative and make judgments on…