Morning all ! Another day at work before a long weekend ! Sometimes hunting in the South zone sucks !!!
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The Eternal Flame - Keep it Burning
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Wedding this weekend... bow season approaches... I am alone on Friday night and I think to myself about why I bow hunt... and about the meaning of life... and everything...
When I Hunt, I feel my Ancestors come to life in my Soul... and I strive to make Them proud...
I pray that when I die, that God will take my life suddenly... while I am bow hunting... alone... in the Hill Country... and may I die from a fatal heart attack... or from falling over a cliff... and may I be found by a mountain lion who feeds my body to her cubs... and may I nourish them... and may my bones scorch white in the Texas Sun long before men find my remains... such that only my teeth will reveal my former identity as a human being...
This evening it rains... at long last... a gentle sprinkle... it's warm and still... and the humidity feels like an old damp flannel blanket... and... just a moment ago... I went to sit outside on the porch with a glass of wine.... and my friend came to join me... he's a Gulf Coast Toad... he lives in an old piece of driftwood I use for a planter... he came out to enjoy the precipitation in the darkness... and - I imagine - to enjoy my company... and he sat next to me on a large, flat, wet rock while I sipped my wine... and I thought about the article I just read: Campfire Philosopher which is a regular column in Traditional Bowhunter Magazine... and he and I sang to each other... in his language... which I have learned from his Ancestors over the years... and then I reached down and picked him up as I sometimes do... (he has finally resigned himself to my occasional affections).... and I kissed him on the lips... and I set him back down on the wet rock.... I can still hear him now... he's calling... he yearns for a mate...
Tomorrow I travel with my sons... to see their sister get married.... and I will think of my tiny granddaughter in her belly... and I will think of The Ancestors... and The Pride... and how mysterious Life is... so ancient... yet still unborn....
May you be with Nature this hunting season and always, my Brothers!Last edited by ZenDada; 09-04-2009, 09:30 PM.
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