"It seems appropriate looking back in my life. I roamed the Arizona desert as a kid and most of my memories have me exploring alone. As a child I fell into a fast and deep AZ canal but managed to grab some brush and save myself from certain drowning. I hunted with my dad but was so determined to hunt and fish that I did a lot of it alone. I would kill a limit of squirrels and clean them with nobody to notice. I would fish by myself all day, just stopping for lunch. I have spent many days fishing far out on big ice (Great Lakes) with nothing but wind and walleyes for company. I have killed enough deer to...not important...but nobody has ever seen me shoot even one. I remember hiking to a new stand deep in the woods and hunting all afternoon during the rut. The full moon came up at dusk and I couldn't leave. I felt perfectly at home back there where it was just me and the natural world. I sat in the stand until midnight enjoying the cold, watching the moon shadows of rutting deer run beneath me, and knowing I had to be there alone to see it." The above is gonna make a good opening to a great book, hopefully...
Topic: Into The Unknown: Solo Alaska! (Read 6574 times)
