Last month I received “Field & Stream” magazine at home. To my name, my address.
Double check that: Yep, it’s addressed to Alicia Murray.
“Maybe this is for my husband,” I wonder.
He comes home and checks the stack of mail and says, “Field and Stream? Why are you getting Field and Stream?”
I have no clue.
Yesterday the second issue came with these headlines blaring in my face:
- “Tactics and Tips for the Wildest Time of Deer Season”
- “Why You Must Hunt Nov. 12 and the Six Other Best Deer Days This Year.”
- “The Rebirth of the .30/06″Â
- “Ducks: No Lease? No Problem.”
- “Easy Tactics for Tough Fish.”Â
I know there are people who hunt, who love and appreciate the outdoors and all the sporting opportunities it offers, but I’m more of a “Real Simple” kind of girl. Give me “Oprah Magazine” and a cool beverage and I’m set for the evening. I even still enjoy reading all the parenting magazines out there.
So I called “Field & Stream” and talked to the subscription department. A very nice woman was on the other line and looked up my account. Apparently I was given a complimentary copy recently by a company that I made a purchase from or a vacation spot I went to.
“It’s paid for the entire year,” she explained.
I think she heard my silent hesitation when I contemplated keeping the subscription because it was free. Would I read it at all. Should I branch out from “Entrepreneur” and “Wired?” That thought lasted a nano-second. She asked if I would read the magazine.Â “No, not really,” I replied. She said, “OK, I’ll remove your name from the list.” How easy was that?
Just glad I didn’t read the “Mauled by a Black Bear,” story before I went camping in the mountains last week.