Monday, January 16, 2017

The Final Bell

One more time before the season ended.

One more time to follow the dogs as they followed their noses.  To call them off only to regret the decision as the bird rocketed up....out of range

Another time to miss an easy shot but follow it up with what felt like an impossible make.

To get stuck in a 4 foot drift and wallow out.  To listen to the impossible silence and follow all the evidence of animals past travels.  To have ice crystals form on your beard and wind burn on your face.....

One more time to follow a hunch, devise a plan and watch it come together.

We can only be so lucky to be intentional and own every day we live.

I choose to hunt the last day.

1 comment:

  1. At the beginning of the season it feels like it'll go on forever, and then all too soon it's gone.