Late October, overcast. Two hunters are conversing in an SUV, driving through CRP fields somewhere in Idaho. Though it is 35 degrees out, windows are partially rolled down in defense against persistent dog flatulence. As a result, wind turbulence fades in and out in the background throughout the conversation. Both hunters have hardly worked at all for the last month in order to devote more time to chasing birds. Hunter #2, in particular, has hunted something like the last 25 days in a row…
Hunter #1: Talked to Q last night. She said she’s taking tomorrow off.
Hunter #2. Cool.
Hunter #1: She said she’s got some stuff to do in the morning, but it sounds like she’s psyched to hunt the rest of the day.
Hunter #2: I thought you said she was taking the day off?
Hunter #1: Yeah, I did. She’s taking the day off.
Hunter #2: But….you just said she’s going hunting.
Hunter #1: Yeah. She is. She’s taking the day off.
Hunter #2: But…how can she be taking the day off if she’s going hunting?
Hunter #1: (Turning to look at Hunter #2) What? Yeah, she’s taking the day off – taking the day off from work. She has a job.
Hunter #2: Oh….from work….taking the day off from work…gotcha.
(Scene ends with both hunters now quiet and staring ahead at the road, dangling on the precipice of self-examination. Sandhill cranes are heard in the distance.)