Friday, September 15, 2017

Brian and I went out for a few hours this morning. Brian wanted to look for his arrows, and I figured I’d give it one last shot. It was cold this morning. The wind howled out of the north and never let up. It was about 20 degrees cooler than any morning we have hunted over the last two weeks. I wish we didn’t have to leave today. I heard a few bugles before daylight, but that was it. I never saw an animal, and the bugling stopped as soon as it was light enough to shoot. Brian only found one of his arrows.

This trip was incredible. I’ll never forget it. I already can’t wait to come back. Looking back at things, I wish I had continued going to Colorado after my world fell apart in 2006. Although it took a few years to get back at it, I’m very glad that I returned four years ago. There’s something about creeping through black timber, sneaking through cool aspen groves, and listening to bulls bugle in far-off valleys that make all of my senses acutely aware that I’m alive, and I am on top of the world. There’s no place I’d rather be. Hopefully, we all stay healthy enough to return next year. We will take it one day at a time until then.

I thoroughly love life, and I participate in all of the things that bring me the most joy and inner peace. There’s something about being immersed in nature that allows me to be myself. I may never know exactly what makes that part of me click, but in reality, I guess it really doesn’t matter.



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