“God let it happen”
Our camp, small primitive, cold, rugged, all the necessities you would need and more. Explains a lot of deer camps in the Texas Hill Country. You would look out a back window and could see 1000 yards in either direction and it reminds us all why we are there. The current Deer season which draws hunters from all walks of life to hunt the elusive white-tail deer. Sometimes we forget sight of :
“God’s Country”
That’s the way my dad said it in October of 2008. His words were, “I’m in god’s country”. Most Texas hunters know the term. It’s were a man becomes one with nature and GOD. What is it about us hunters that we could spend our life savings on a hunt, or cause loathing in a marriage and a spouse not understanding why? Is it the adrenaline from viewing a big buck from a scope? I would agree! Is it not knowing what the land and GOD could provide that day? I would say so! Or is it the hill side beauty and the associated wildlife that we see? Definitely! Is it the friends, family, and fellowship that brings a smile to our face? Absolutely sure of it! It’s definitely not the cold morning wait from a run down deer stand on the side of an open field. But every man has their own opinion of why they do what they do when they are in the woods. But only one man allows it to happen GOD.
“Have you met GOD?”
I’ve spent many of day’s on a hunt thinking, praying, learning, and just enjoying what the Lord has to offer. Do you get upset when there are no deer out and about? I don’t, I tend to look the other way, I view the birds, the lizards that occupy my deer stand, the insects, and the horizon. Anything that will attract my attention for any length of time. I once spent an entire hour watching this little lizard run from one side of the deer stand to the other. He eventually found some fond attraction of the tiny hole at the end of my rifle’s barrel. I can’t tell you how many times he tried to inspect that hole and ended up sliding down the length of the barrel only to crawl up the side of the deer stand to slide right back down. That lizard certainly was determined, just like we are for that magical moment when that grey haired deer steps out. It’s almost like the deer has a spiritual field around him.
“I’ve met GOD today”
I watched a perfectly healthy doe that jumped in a feed pen at a low spot of about 3 feet and leave out of an extremely high spot of about 5 feet and got her front legs caught by the top and she face planted into the dirt with a puff of dust all around. She had that look on her face of, “Why the heck did I just try that”. She met GOD that day, she felt the pain of the hard earth when she landed. Quite roughly I may add.
My sister told me a story of a deer trying to get away from her. It was a small deer and couldn’t jump a fence only through it. He was so focused on her that when he decided to jump through the fence he jumped right into a fence post and it knocked his little butt out for a few minutes, “He met GOD that day”.
Then there was a deer that was in an area somewhere in the woods when a hunter decided to harvest him and the bullet didn’t penetrate and do what it was supposed to do. Did he meet GOD at that moment? I’m not sure, but Saturday evening when he walked into my view limping badly, bleeding, hurt, he and I both met GOD.
Who do you think of when you squeeze the trigger?
To be continued...
Our camp, small primitive, cold, rugged, all the necessities you would need and more. Explains a lot of deer camps in the Texas Hill Country. You would look out a back window and could see 1000 yards in either direction and it reminds us all why we are there. The current Deer season which draws hunters from all walks of life to hunt the elusive white-tail deer. Sometimes we forget sight of :
“God’s Country”
That’s the way my dad said it in October of 2008. His words were, “I’m in god’s country”. Most Texas hunters know the term. It’s were a man becomes one with nature and GOD. What is it about us hunters that we could spend our life savings on a hunt, or cause loathing in a marriage and a spouse not understanding why? Is it the adrenaline from viewing a big buck from a scope? I would agree! Is it not knowing what the land and GOD could provide that day? I would say so! Or is it the hill side beauty and the associated wildlife that we see? Definitely! Is it the friends, family, and fellowship that brings a smile to our face? Absolutely sure of it! It’s definitely not the cold morning wait from a run down deer stand on the side of an open field. But every man has their own opinion of why they do what they do when they are in the woods. But only one man allows it to happen GOD.
“Have you met GOD?”
I’ve spent many of day’s on a hunt thinking, praying, learning, and just enjoying what the Lord has to offer. Do you get upset when there are no deer out and about? I don’t, I tend to look the other way, I view the birds, the lizards that occupy my deer stand, the insects, and the horizon. Anything that will attract my attention for any length of time. I once spent an entire hour watching this little lizard run from one side of the deer stand to the other. He eventually found some fond attraction of the tiny hole at the end of my rifle’s barrel. I can’t tell you how many times he tried to inspect that hole and ended up sliding down the length of the barrel only to crawl up the side of the deer stand to slide right back down. That lizard certainly was determined, just like we are for that magical moment when that grey haired deer steps out. It’s almost like the deer has a spiritual field around him.
“I’ve met GOD today”
I watched a perfectly healthy doe that jumped in a feed pen at a low spot of about 3 feet and leave out of an extremely high spot of about 5 feet and got her front legs caught by the top and she face planted into the dirt with a puff of dust all around. She had that look on her face of, “Why the heck did I just try that”. She met GOD that day, she felt the pain of the hard earth when she landed. Quite roughly I may add.
My sister told me a story of a deer trying to get away from her. It was a small deer and couldn’t jump a fence only through it. He was so focused on her that when he decided to jump through the fence he jumped right into a fence post and it knocked his little butt out for a few minutes, “He met GOD that day”.
Then there was a deer that was in an area somewhere in the woods when a hunter decided to harvest him and the bullet didn’t penetrate and do what it was supposed to do. Did he meet GOD at that moment? I’m not sure, but Saturday evening when he walked into my view limping badly, bleeding, hurt, he and I both met GOD.
Who do you think of when you squeeze the trigger?
To be continued...
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