My wife ran across this passage and gave it to me. For some reason this really touched me and I thought I would share it: From Wolf Hall, an historical novel by Hilary Mantel: "Whatever is happening elsewhere, whatever deceits and frustrations, you can forget them in the field. The hunter is among the most innocent of men; living in the moment makes him feel pure. When he returns in the evening, his body aches, his mind is full of pictures of leaves and sky; he does not want to read documents. His miseries, his perplexities have receded, and they will stay away, provided -- after food and wine, laughter and exchange of stories -- he gets up at dawn to do it all over again."
I find it's theraputic to ventilate a target now and again, just to see if the pointy end still goes BANG! I think next big game season though, I'm heading out with my recurve rather than the .300WSM. Getting out with my bow, ghosting through the woods soaking up the scents and sounds, man, that's being truly alive! We're participants, not tourists: and like the ad said, "for everything else, there's Mastercard".
