Hunters are unusual people, yet we are rather simple in our ways. We know, but don't always gleefully await, that alarm going off at 3 am, but we eagerly jump up from our warm bed at the call. We know the mountains around Denver and the deep hole of disorientation that lies in the middle of swampy ground in the middle of Louisiana. We know the mornings drenched in pine, the varied scents of a field in Northern Indiana and the up and down escalator drill that is that last minute trip to Cabelas. We've strolled, hiked and ran the full tilt of 100 acres of dirt, racing the sun to a blind, hoping to get in before Mr. Buck awakes. We have politely waited for that same sun to come up, reveling in the clear sparkling crispness that is an October morning.Read the whole thing...very nicely done...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
A Beautiful Essay
Been a long time since I went hunting (and I do have my fingers crossed for Africa in September), but I thought I'd hook you up with this really nice essay from Brigid over at Home on the Range: