We hunters are a lucky breed, don't you think. This thought came across my mind as I was hunting with Ken Mowery yesterday. It all took place as I was watching a big tom walk through the ferns and hardwoods not 30 paces from where I sat, searching for the hen that had attracted him. A creature with the eyes of an eagle, and he never even knew I was there. What we see, what we know, that others may never comprehend; it's spectacular, and a little humbling. I thought of those who will never see the sun rise above the treetops. Of all the people who will never breath in deep lungfuls of that cool, clean air of a spring morning. People who will never enjoy the red squirrels as they race and chase through the forest floor. Mostly though, I thought of the people who will never be serenaded by some lovestruck turk. Who will never know the thunderous gobble that can freeze you in place and almost force your heart from your chest.
Spring is back my friends, and we are the lucky few who can see it for what it truly is...
to quote Shawn OOOOHHHHHH YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH! had a great time hunting with ya bro. just got back from Maine 5 minutes ago, will be chasing the gobblers in the morning. Great writting, sums it up for me as well.
-------------------- The less i have the more i gain, off the beaten path i reign ~ James Hetfield listen to everyone,FOLLOW NO ONE!! if your lucky enough to spend time in the mountains...then your lucky enough! What ever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. Posts: 6125 | From: the great Adirondacks | Registered: Apr 2004
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