A walk in the woods

th3PM1VJFFI have travel all around the world. Have seen many different sites. Beautiful architecture in the south of Rome. Great gardens in the English countryside. Fountains in the French centers. No matter where I go nothing can compare to the beauty and sense of tranquilly of woods right behind my house. I have no idea what is but when I am outside and all I can see are trees, shrubs, grass, and flowers as far as the eye can see I am at home. Some days I just go out and walk to just sit under a tree and just be. Completely unplugged from the world.

I travel a lot for business although I try to be home every weekend it still is hard on my family and me. However, I have to remember it was worse. For a while, I was away from home for two to three weeks at a time, stay for two weeks then I was gone again. This got old fast. I was missing my children growing up, the comfort of my wife. It was hard, as soon as a position became available that required less travel I took it. Now I get to be home on the weekend.   In addition, a few days doing the week during the slow seasons.

When everything has taken a toll on me and I just need some time to center myself and get back to the basic I like to take long walks or sometimes long naps in the woods. Just to marvel at all that God has blessed me with, at all of His creations. How everything is balanced and works perfectly without any hiccups. Smooth like eggs!

That is probably why I enjoy hunting so much. Not just for the adrenaline rush, every hunter received when you find you target and get your kill. No, that is not it. Even though I love that feeling, I am not going to lie. Nevertheless, a hunter must also love nature because there are many times when a person will take out to the woods, with great hope and adieu, to leave empty handed. Even in that, he would have seen an amazing show. If only he paid attention. Like me, I pay attention. I cannot count the number of times I have let an easy target walk away because I was marveling at something. On the other hand, the scene was so sweet and perfect that the crack from my gun would disturb its perfect serenity. During those moments I let whatever I am hunting pass on by. Maybe next time.

That has not to say that I am a bad hunter or that I do not know what I am doing. Just the opposite. I understand and believe that each kill I make is a sacrifice. One that each animal has made for me to be able to feed my family and myself. I have to think like that so I can appreciate the animal’s life and what it gave up for me to enjoy a great meal.

Some will not understand but those are not the people I am talking to. For those that do, they will read this and find comfort that they are not alone in their thinking. That I encourage and hope they remain as such, and teach their children as well.

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