Published by soularcher on 14 May 2008 at 04:06 pm
I’m not sure if it’s the few good memories that I have of my dad, if it’s the chill-up-my-spine adrenaline rush when a shot presents itself, or if it’s the peace and solitude that I only get when in God’s green woods. I do know that something draws me out there. It’s something I just can’t put my finger on. I can say that I almost always leave the woods feeling refreshed, and recharged. I find myself thinking that if I could, I’d spend most of my time there, among the pines and oak, breathing in the cold fresh air of morning, awaiting a glimpse of movement, or traversing a ridge in pursuit of the elusive Hart of lore. A good weapon in hand, me versus the unknown. This is what I live for.
7:59 a.m., and I sit dejectedly into my padded swivel chair of my gray, artificially lit cubicle for another 9 hours of staring at a computer screen. “How did I get here?” I look out of the office window down the hall from me. The bright morning sun falls on the green spring leaves of a nearby maple tree, and I feel a yearning deep within my soul to venture outside, feel the warm sun on my face, and hear the wind in the trees.
Throughout the day my mind drifts to hiking and scouting, shed hunting, open fires and the like; but mouths need to be fed, and bills have to be paid…
There is a part of a man that no one can touch, something wild and dangerous, something that is forced to live in the gray area between the cold oppressive bars of the rat race, and the limitless wilderness. Most boys are raised to suppress their “wild” part in favor of what is considered to be more socially amicable qualities. This goes way beyond raising our children to have respect and manners. In these days of sexual immorality, and metrosexuals, boys are emasculated, and taught to be “nice guys”. Then society laments the lack of “real men” in society. No toy guns or bows, no aggressiveness. Those boys grow up, and society then asks them to be leaders at work, on the battlefield, and in the home.
Most men today live lives of quiet desperation in their offices and garages, watching action shows on television rather than living out the very things that we are programmed to do. They are slowly dying inside for want of less rat race, and more wilderness in their lives. That reason alone is enough to understand why we hunt, and what is so attractive about the out of doors. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a father. For me it’s God and family first. But God also put this love of hunting and the outdoors in my heart, and I plan to pass this on to my kids, and anyone else that is interested.
There is a part of a man that no one can touch, something wild and dangerous, something that is forced to live in the gray area between the cold oppressive bars of the rat race, and the limitless wilderness…
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