Does anyone else write when they are in the tree stand? Or ground blind? Or just out in the woods? I think it'd be neat to see everyone's writings or thoughts from the tree stand. Some of mine are a little depressing, but it's how I feel, and how I see things, and I thought I'd share. I sit in my office and my mind wanders with the thoughts of adventure, and creation, yet I've never sat in my tree stand and have thoughts of the wonders of my office. Even the most self absorbed man would only need to spend a day on the mountain to be humbled. These memories of a hunt are ones I look on with fondness. Yet I only possess a single frame, a brief moment in time, a snapshot of my arrow leaving the bow. All the while the woods fall silent, echoing nothingness, as if creation held it's breath, aware of the action taking place. They tend to be moments of great joy, and sorrow, and every shot I have taken haunts me with it's fondness, with its restless emotions, and my soul longs to visit them again. If there is one thing I know, it's that when I'm not out here, I'm disconnected, my mind often wanders with the thoughts of unknown adventures. My very being belongs in the whole of creation, yet I spend most of my time in an office, awaiting my brief weekend escape into the unknown. There, I look out into the wilderness behind glass, as if it is a zoo, and I am merely a visitor paying my admission from the confines of a cubical. The woods have taught me more than any man could ever teach me, and the debt I owe it is far too vast to be paid back, but I will try. I often feel out of place in modern civilization, as if I left my soul in the woods, and it's patiently awaiting my return.
Glad to hear what it means to you. I don't see myself getting to that enlightened level of appreciation for the hunt just yet, or ever. I have a completely different mindset when I suit up for a sit.
I was out and finished up raking a plot and spreading lime last night. I took the time when I was done to just sit and listen. Heard the mallards and wood ducks calling and the Canada geese bickering cardinals calling and the piliated hammering away. I am blessed to live where I hunt so I get to in a way hunt every day. I spent a lot of time in the woods year round, I guess that is why when it is time to hunt I am not so taken back by how alive the woods are when you stop to sit still. Still not ever going to bring a notebook to the stand because I try not to move when I sit.
I try to stop thinking and just enjoy the hunt. I hear what your saying but I starting thinking of all the things I need to do at camp or at others stands and I get antsy. Kilboars Hunt Club
