A somewhat remote island whitetail hunt found me on a solo journey. This was my home for the trip.
While scouting/hunting/stump shooting may way back to camp for lunch, I was successful in harvesting my largest trophy to date......
This old growth stump was taken with a single well placed shot from my Thunderstick andhexpine shaft. I wondered how old this tree was, and what events took place on this island in its lifetime. Did early French or Native trappers camp in its shade? How many seasons did it stand watch over the expanse of water surrounding the island?
The journey to this camp was far from easy, but the rewards of the experience were worth the trip. I'll be back again this fall.
Sunrises such as this should never be experienced just once.
The picture captures the color, but only the memory can capture the smell of the fall forest, only the ears can capture the silence, only the soul can capture the solitude.