Recreation is my shepherd, I shall not stay home; it maketh me to lie down in a sleeping bag; it leadeth me down the interstate each weekend; it restoreth my suntan; it leadeth me to state parks for comfort’s sake. Even though I stray on the Lord’s Day, I will fear no reprimand, for I am relaxed; my rod and my reel they comfort me. I annointest my skin with oil, my gas tank runneth dry; surely my trailer shall follow me all the weekends of the summer, and I shall return to the House of the Lord this fall. But by then it will be hunting season, and that’s another psalm.