Well, the autumn breeze has begun its magic on our collective physches, once again stirring the juices that turn us into that predatory species known as bowhunters.
The broadheads are being sharpened and resharpened to the enth degree; the bowstrings are waxed and burnished, and the leather goods are treated and ready for the first sprinkle of the season.
Even the air feels different. Here in the northeast section of the US it is dryer and more comfortable. The mornings are more chilling and require a light jacket or sweater, and the wool plaid is looking more and more desirable. The hickories are shedding their delectable morsels and the gray squirrels are hustling to gather them as they hit the ground. The time is drawing nigh.
In many areas, bow seasons have already begun. However, here in Pennsylvania, we must wait another week and three-quarters.
It's a time to anticipate and prepare; a time to reminisce and ruminate about seasons past. It's a time to rekindle those friendships with hunting buddies and stir the mind's campfire embers.
This will be my forty-second year of bowhunting and I'm as excited about it as if it were my third or fourth. Perhaps the aging mind likes to take repose in those seasons past and recreate them once more. It's the brain's way of destressing the body and soul and bringing a sense of being back to the hunting archer. A sweet reminisce for sure.
I wish you all a great season; one that you will remember for more than just a deer hanging on the meat pole. May it be one of sweet remembrance, and one of creation for future memories. May you have success in your heart and a pleasant peace in your soul. Be safe and be ever conscious of what you represent when you are in the hunting woods with your bow and arrows. Be true to your own expectations and take care.
Topic: It's about time (Read 547 times)
