Several years ago my lovely wife suggested I give up goose hunting.
She provided me with an alternate scenario.
I could dress up in my gear, and go sit on a lawn chair in the back yard. Ever fifteen minutes she would come out, and pour hot coffee on both hands.
After three hours she would have me walk the dogs a mile over to the grocery store and buy a goose.
I had a very hard time arguing with her logic at the time...
