I have noooooo desire to set out on horseback across the Great Plains with a few friends, a good rifle, and a dog or two, underneath huge skies with the occasional buzzard, towering clouds darkening with distant rain, with the wind picking up and hissing through the brush, and nobody there.
I mean, nicely sketched, but really - none, whatsoever.
But then, I dont look like this either
Well, to each his own, of course. Live and let live. However, all attempt to make his spiel about what men simply "are wired to do" is just blather.