Brother John rests after stump jumpin at the foot of the moutian. A great time was had by both of us. As it turned out, he took a nice young buck in this area. I can't wait to go again.
Sam, like his Father loves the outdoors. Hiking/Camping/Fishing or Hunting it's all the same to him. This trip was no different. I waiting until 03:30 before waking him, I figured he needed the extra sleep. He did.
Never the less he went along for the ride.
One of our favorite spots over looks a swampy area under the cliff. The rain water running off the mountain keeps this area damp and mossy, quiet and still. It has been a spot used for breeding in the past. A fine scrape kept me returning each season and this one was no different.
With our backs to a friendly rock to break the wind and shadow us from the rising sun, it watches over a convergence in a thin trail. To spite the abundance of tree Nazis (red squirrels) that sound an alarm if you fart off key this is a great spot.
Hunting is very much a solitary pursuit but it started as a tribal event. This is my tribe.
A Beautiful Day to watch the sun move across the forest floor
Walking with Family, sharing the
We are hunters. The Game eludes us and we respect it for that, never the less we enjoy the hunt. As part of the environment, we touch a piece be it small of our past, a past that still now calls to us to forage, gather and collect meat as we can. But mostly we are hunters.