I enjoy a warm, soft bed and a home-cooked meal, a hot shower with the smell of Irish Spring...but sometimes I just need to be outdoors in Gods creation. I need to be alone in the elements, to pit myself against the whimsical mood of the mountains, to prepare for cold, heat, exhaustion, hunger and thirst without the luxury of modern conveniences. Theres nothing like being alone with my thoughts as I hunt wild game or conquer a mountain trail. Theres no feeling like the satisfied exhaustion of dragging a deer for so long that your muscles cry-out for mercy... and finally loading it in your truck and staring at the beauty of such a magnificent creature. Nothing tastes as good as the back-strap of that deer roasted over an open fire, dirt, soot...who cares? After a full day of bracing cold and wind and maintaining a satisfactory amount of comfort in spite of it all, knowing that I am feeling at home in this wilderness, a feeling comes over me that is primitive and wonderful and satisfying. Nothing I have ever experienced can take the place of this... I do love coming home again at some point and hugging my beautiful wife and smelling that cleanVicki smell in her hair...but it has been too long since I got out my gear and headed for the wilds...feeling the call...
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 01:48:53 +0000
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