Monday, August 21, 2006

It is that time of year...

...When my heart begins to dream of pine tree forests with the cool wind chapping my exposed face...

...When we sit around the campfire, drinking back our favorite adult beverage and tell the same old stories we've told and heard dozens of times laughing and joking as we did the other dozens of times...

...When I dream of my dream job...working full time as a guide...part time as an hourly labor hand at Sportsmans...

...When I realize what I was made for and what my heart truly longs for...

...When I decide that Phoenix is too hot and it's time to retreat to the home that becons my spirit as did the heart in "Tell tale heart"...beating in my drums...

...When every set of hoove prints makes my heart quicken...



...When I wake up to the call of the wild...the bugles and the yelps...


Very few people realize it's importance to a man who is locked in the Cage for ten months of the year...people even question one's priorities when they make this one.



Very few people understand the fun, the sport, and the thirst...


It is hunting season...and man did I miss it.