The Deer season was over yesterday for Texans hunting in the North Zone. As I was sitting in the tree watching my last chance at shooting a whitetail run off, I was feeling kind of down and sorry for my self. This was the first year in the past 5 yrs that I did not shoot a buck. I was going over all the things that went wrong and trying to make sense of it. It seemed that every time I was out something went wrong. The cows seemed to like the grass where I was hunting, teenagers four wheeling right at prime time, Rancher was ranching, wind always seemed wrong or unpredictable, feeders were empty.
I was feeling sorry for my self when I heard a little voice say to me, "hey, wait a doggone minute. What about that doe you took in the beginning of the season? Remember watching your arrow fly and hit its mark and how you still think about it today. Remember how you felt when you watched the doe go down." The voice continued to let me have it. "Remember the 3 pigs you shot? How could you forget and even more important the 2 bucks and the 2 does you helped your 12 year old shoot. Remember how nervous you were for him, how you helped spot the deer? Remember how excited he was? Also remember that your beautiful wife was with you and shared the moment with you and your Son. Remember how she never gives you a hard time about all the hunting you do". All of sudden there was shift of feelings rising up with in me but the voice was relentless and on a roll. " What about all the beautiful Sunrises and Sunsets you witness. What about watching and listening to your favorite bird, the quail. How they came to the feeders with great anticipation and happiness. Remember how they always made you smile. Remember thinking that if God could take care of such a delicate creature he can certainly provide for you. What about all the things that you and God talked about what he shared with you. Remember how free you felt walking in the darkness of the morning to your stand? What about that you are the only one hunting on this 1000 acre ranch? What about the 6 or 7 coyotes you called in the other day? Remember how surprised you were when they all came over the hill? " I missed one. " Remember how they were all around you fighting and playing? How about the huge 8 pointer you saw and almost called in? Remember how excited you got? How about the 12 pointer you and your Son saw? How he past right under your sons stand. Remember how excited your Son got and that was all you and he could talk about on the way home?" I could picture the little voices head shaking in disgust. That was enough for me, I got it.I bowed my head and asked the good Lord to forgive me and thanked him for the best season I ever had.
Hope yours was just as Blessed.
Gilbert
Topic: My best season ever! (Read 354 times)
