Amen Vince! Amen...
This weather sure stirs things up. Best of luck this fall my friend.That there stirs up a lot of emotion, Thanks and great write up.
Honestly, the whole thing is written for that paragraph and the next.This paragraph hits home for me..."In converse, this fall will be the last time in the woods for some of our friends we know. Some may very well have an idea it will, others it will come to our surprise when they are taken from us earlier than we feel deserving."
My rocker on the porch is blowing in the wind tonight. As I walked by, I told my old friends hello.
Enjoy these great fall times in the outdoors with family and friends. Don't get too ate up with problems that come from the crazies. Have a good time and make quality memories. Ones none of you will ever forget, the kind someone will be telling years later....laughing with a glint of a tear almost falling.
For some youngsters and other new hunters, it will be their first time afield, and maybe even their first deer. The cleanest shot of cool morning air their lungs have ever filled on. Their first dose of pure adrenaline brought on by an action by an animal like they have never seen before.
In converse, this fall will the last time in the woods for some of our friends we know. Some may very well have an idea it will, others it will come to our surprise when they are taken from us earlier than we feel deserving.
The last time you walked out of the woods with an old friend, neither of you knew it was the last time. Remember that for the next time with the next friend.
Do you shake hands like it could be the last one? If not, why not?
Listen to the world wake up, and then later watch the sunset.
Congratulate neighbors on their big buck you had on trail camera all summer. High-five the neighbor kid for shooting a doe. Teach a new hunter how to cut up their own meat.
Tell your dog "good job" one extra time, every time.
Spend more time smiling and taking in deep breathes. Enjoy the fall my friends. Enjoy it like the gift it is.
Deep woods or open field, meat in the freezer or not, hands wrapped around a rack or just backpack straps.....live these times and smile. These are the good ol' days.
I write this dedicated to guys like mrb, yankee, timmytaters, keef, and several others we have had great times, hunts, and conversations with over the years. Your grandfather and mine. My dogs of past and yours. They are gone from our visible sides, but not from our woods, our blinds, and our stands. They are the rocking of the chair, the extra snap of a twig, the whisper of the wind.
My rocker on the porch is blowing in the wind tonight. As I walked by, I told my old friends hello.
Enjoy these great fall times in the outdoors with family and friends. Don't get too ate up with problems that come from the crazies. Have a good time and make quality memories. Ones none of you will ever forget, the kind someone will be telling years later....laughing with a glint of a tear almost falling.
For some youngsters and other new hunters, it will be their first time afield, and maybe even their first deer. The cleanest shot of cool morning air their lungs have ever filled on. Their first dose of pure adrenaline brought on by an action by an animal like they have never seen before.
In converse, this fall will the last time in the woods for some of our friends we know. Some may very well have an idea it will, others it will come to our surprise when they are taken from us earlier than we feel deserving.
The last time you walked out of the woods with an old friend, neither of you knew it was the last time. Remember that for the next time with the next friend.
Do you shake hands like it could be the last one? If not, why not?
Listen to the world wake up, and then later watch the sunset.
Congratulate neighbors on their big buck you had on trail camera all summer. High-five the neighbor kid for shooting a doe. Teach a new hunter how to cut up their own meat.
Tell your dog "good job" one extra time, every time.
Spend more time smiling and taking in deep breathes. Enjoy the fall my friends. Enjoy it like the gift it is.
Deep woods or open field, meat in the freezer or not, hands wrapped around a rack or just backpack straps.....live these times and smile. These are the good ol' days.
I write this dedicated to guys like mrb, yankee, timmytaters, keef, and several others we have had great times, hunts, and conversations with over the years. Your grandfather and mine. My dogs of past and yours. They are gone from our visible sides, but not from our woods, our blinds, and our stands. They are the rocking of the chair, the extra snap of a twig, the whisper of the wind.