I've run into the darkness for some time now, 9.75 miles to be exact over the past two weeks. Seems as if my running mileage is down but weekends have been busy and the hunting good. Just guessing that I managed about 6 miles of hiking up and down hills looking for something.
What am I really hunting for? Deer. Pheasant. My health. Solitude. Camaraderie. I believe a bit of all of these is the truth and that is the beauty of the season. Running is great but hunting is better yet. A kill scene is a howling of praise and celebration to God for the bounty, men working together, back slapping and good natured teasing. The hunt is a physical endeavor demonstrating skill, stamina, and teamwork. No hunt is unsuccessful if men gather at the end and share their stories over jerky and peanuts washed down with coffee or water.
To the men I hunt with and the hunts we've shared this season, for the butchering days of fall, for the meat in the refrigerator, and the jokes and insights we've shared I thank God. I believe I am hunting for the glory of the Lord this season.
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