Posted by admin | February 15, 2021
A couple of weeks ago, I was pheasant hunting south of Great Bend. Our group consisted of six dogs from a couple of the guys. These dogs worked together often and worked well. Well, for the most part.
The first pass of the morning through some cropland reduction program (CRP) grasses was tough. It was raining on us, but the moisture made that grass tougher. At one point, there was a type of grass that was nearly six feet tall. Most of the field, the grass was around three foot or so. (Sorry, I don’t know the differences in grasses to tell you exactly what we were walking through.) When the grass switched to the six-foot stuff, the dogs found a scent that they liked, and they were already overly excited since this was the first pass. They homed in on the. A couple of dogs even worked to a frenzy and ended up crossing paths. They were so locked in on their trails, they ran into each other. This was right in front of me and I got a chuckle. Neither dog acted hurt and they just bounced off the other and continued their search. They got up a pheasant a minute later. I shot, but so did some other guys, so who knows if I got this one or not. (I did end the weekend with four solo birds and several others I aided in their demise, so a good weekend!)
In going to shows, I run into other authors all the time. You would think that I would see these other authors as competition, and they would see me the same way. We don’t. Instead, we help each other out in trying to make sales for one another. We think about it as cooperation than anything else. We help another author, and they’ll repay the favor.
I also know that my stuff is too dark for some people. It’s fine. Other people enjoy my stuff quite a bit. One way we help each other in a group is to see what genre a person likes and steer them accordingly. Heck, when someone comes to my table, as much diversity as I’m getting with my titles, I’ll steer them to one book over another. Just don’t ask me my favorite! That’s like asking a parent which child is their favorite. (In other words, I have a favorite, it just isn’t proper to tell you which it is.) Instead, I am going to try to figure out which is going to be your favorite so that the next time we meet, you’ll buy another book!
Running into each other is bad for dogs, but good for authors. I hope to run into you soon!