The buzz of a woodcock and the drum of a nearby grouse keep me company and a bird call, I knew long ago, serenades me with "Poor Sam Peabody, Peabody".
The collected rain, on the grass, looks delicious, like it should taste like honey. I try and imagine what someone would think if they saw me on my knees licking the lawn and smile.
The awakening flowers and apple blossoms release a fragrance that drifts lazily through the blind lulling me into quite reflection.
A red tailed hawk screams out of the sky and snatches a mouse from the meadow and then just as quickly flies away. I marvel at his speed and precision.
The turkeys don't seem to want to corporate but the show provided by the flora and fauna lifts my spirit and moves my soul.
Why do we hunt? You might just as well be ask, why do we live or for that matter exist at all? An outdoors man is permanently and deeply connected to the wild places of this earth and a flame of passion burns deep within his heart.
You hit the nail on the head with that one Rabid! Nice work.
ReplyDeleteExcellent piece of writing there!
ReplyDeleteNow that is what I call a post Rabid, throughly enjoyable and insightful, thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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John
Next time I sit in a turkey blind next to you, you better not be throwing any of those quotes in my direction. Way too soft of a post as the extended man weekend approaches, your literary wonder has given you an X on your man card.
ReplyDeleteYou should have used blow torch instead of flame, water resistant fabric instead of womb like, and coffee & snuff instead of awakening flowers & apple blossom.
Sorry buddy, just giving your prose a much needed alignment...
Km, Bill, Murphy thanks guys I appreciate the support . . . DDH on the other hand you can kiss my BLEEP!
ReplyDeletenice Wordsmithing! Great Post....Phil
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