When I can't hunt, I write or pull out my big telephoto lens and go take pictures of animals. I wrote this piece about my favorite place to Mule Deer hunt near my home. I've never shared anything I've wrote with any one so I figure maybe some of you would enjoy it. I liked this one. I take a Step and stop The mountain breeze slowly passes my face The Sound of the spring in my ear My eyes slowly scrutinize every bush, every tree base Another step The morning dew is cold on my bare skin I welcome it's presence The thick pine duff bed draws in the weight of my body as i move A long hard look at those rocks Another Step The first speck of light breaks through the saddle of the mountain A Jay sing's out his solemn praise to it's warmth A Clarks Nuthatch works his way around an old giant It's cone's baring it's seed Another step A deep breath through the nose The smell of grass, pine and hemlock touch my sense's. Another step I kneel down and pull my binoculars to my eyes I slowly scan the edge of the large meadow It's home is nestled between ancient sleeping volcanoes. The rock underneath there coat of Timber, brush and grass is a time line that tells there story I fall back onto the base of a tree and loosen my pack It's low browse hiding me from the sun as it climbs into the heavens I sit motionless, my bow resting on my thighs The time passes slow Finally the sun is high, the dew gone, The Birds silent I look at my bow and think "Not today my friend... But thank you for bringing me here."
