Thursday, September 23, 2010

Hunting


taken by my fellow hunter Brenda Preston

First bow hunt morning in my stand

Dove hunt 2010
It is so quiet. Not silent, just peaceful. The sounds you hear are the ones you expect. Birds, crickets, squirrels scurrying, chipmunks. In the distance, the roar of a truck or an occasional train or plane can be heard. The wind breezes in and the trees speak with their leaves. They say welcome, sit down, rest awhile and soak in the beauty of nature. Wait for the ghostly appearance of the doe. The smell of leaves who have seen better days, now mingle with soil and rain. The smell is exactly the smell under the oaks in mama Guidry's yard. All I need now is the scent of coffee and a big swing to be fully transported back in time. One carnivorous friend asked me the question I sometimes asked myself. "You killed something?" Yes me, sensitive, emotional, grandmother of 11. It is all so different when the hunting switch has been flipped on. The weird thing is that it brings out the survival mode not the killing one. I feel stronger, more courageous. It's not because of the weapon I carry, but the accomplishment of being able to provide from the wild as God intended man to live. Only in hunting can you feel that strength, knowing that you can do what it takes to "make it". Hunting is the noble art of taking responsibility for ones own survival. Not a common thing in this day of drive through chicken. My friend's refrigerator was filled with lamb chops, chicken and a beef roast. None of that a problem for her. Let someone else do the killing. I was the same up until a few years ago. The thought of taking the life of anything was abhorrent to me. I love life itself and everything that God has given to enjoy. I understand if one is a vegetarian and is bothered. But in my opinion, don't judge hunters while you are munching on ribs. LOL! You hear hunters say " You just hire assassins to do your dirty work" in reference to the nay sayers. I can only say that after taking the life of an animal, I literally stop and pray. I thank the animal for sharing its life with me. I appreciate that it will be nourishment to our bodies. I thank God. I promise the Spirit that I will not kill in vain, but only to further the circle of life. Thank you Lord for the beauty of the hunt.

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