Yesterday culminated my four day season of Coastal Bull Elk hunting. When you find yourself the first day sitting on a narrow, damp, dense forested hillside staring at a herd of magnificent elk everything begins to happen in slow motion. Your heart rate increases while you try to slow you breathing down. Two trucks scream by and dont even notice the elk on the adjacent hillside...And just like that they slip into the forest straight up a mountain, disappearing, your 800 pound needle in a hay stack. I started to think, Maybe God doesnt know you need tags to hunt certain animals, he keeps putting the ones I cant take in front of me (Oregon has very strict laws about what you can hunt and where) and then I really got to thinking. Very rarely in the hunting community do people talk about the misses, the lost chances, or as I like to call them the actual memories. I have only been hunting less than a year and a half and nearly every weekend for the past three and a half months. However, Ive accompanied Adam on enough hunts for many years before to know that the killing part that everyone sees, hates or loves, is only a very small portion of what hunting truly, really is and means. There is a lot of laughter, smiles, and if you are hunting with me- sometimes there are tears- its passion, love and commitment all wrapped in one. I am so thankful for Adam teaching me the true meaning of hunting. Wiping away my tears when those elk disappear. Ultimately getting back up, hiking that mountain and trying again because there are more actual memories out there to be made. A short work week ahead of me and I am ready for the next hunting adventure!
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 15:11:43 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015