yea, I know...it's been a while since I posted here.
A little quiet time in the deer stand, and some random thoughts, if I may....
My dad used to say that he felt closest to God when he was in the woods, hunting. I'm fairly new at this but I am learning the secret that he tried to explain to me years ago. Going hunting, being in the quiet in the still of the night before the sun comes up is more than just a quest for the kill (obvious in that I have yet to kill anything but time so far). It is a time to focus, to listen, to enjoy God's creation in a different context, and to recharge the batteries for the next round of life experiences that are on the way.
People don't always understand fishing, either, in that catching fish is not necessarily the point. Going is not just the what, it's the why as well. (Don't get me started with what, how and why, that is a whole 'nuther day).
Do I appreciate the sport of it? Oh yeah, bowhunting is a trick in and of itself, and in my opinion a much more level playing field than with a high powered rifle. I am well prepared to send Bambi to her eternal reward if she ever gets anywhere near my part of the woods, too. But I share my Dad's love of the peace (and quiet) that passes all understanding.
ok, back to work.....
in the flow,
Jack
