When I was a younger man, I hated to wait for anything. Ironically, the older I have become, the more patience I seem to have acquired. Logic might suggest that it would be the other way around. My experience, however, is that those things I most value in life are those for which I either worked the hardest or waited the longest.
I believe I first started to learn patience over the course of three hunting seasons in the Challis Wilderness of Idaho, during which I spent more time and money than I care to recall in pursuit of a certain mule deer buck whose rack now adorns the wall of my den.
Waiting for the R9s was essentially effortless. The reward for the patience was, and continues to be, well worth the limited time of waiting.