Greening Up.

I took a walk in the backyard with the little ones this evening. You know what I am referring to, you know, what a woodhooks' back yard looks like. Soak it up, the sounds and smells are back. The floor of the timber is changing to brown according to my color-blind brother. He knows it's green, it's just brotherly humor.

Bottom line, it all revolves around the mental massage. Therapy for the soul. A cleansing. It's all about the hunt.

The wonderous thing of it all, we are not taking arms to the field to down our prey. Each sunset brings thoughts of the upcoming hunt. The miserable rain, and silence left by the Snow Geese, push my mind towards the forest floor. I think more of blood running down my hands from tangling with briars and brambles. Thoughts of a November stand, and why one wasn't there last year. To cull a locust for the oak, and hacking the wild grape for the young buckeye.

Yes, my mind is wandering. The morel is taking shape in my thoughts. My little ones reminisce of the place I fell in the branch last spring. I thought it foolish to take them on that hunt, the woods eat little children you know. A lifetime of memories and two gallons of shrooms later, you just had to have been there.

I could go on about the doe my brother shot in January. While my other brother and I sat next to him. It's a long story, and we are all grown men (in body), so I will save it. I will never forget, in fact, I will cherish that miserable day forever. I'll save that for the appropriate season, if there is such a thing. But, you get the point.

I will not even dwell on the problems solved or mountains climbed while merely sitting in solitude. You see, it's all about the hunt. It's easier to explain it when I say it's all about the hunt. I could go on and on about the pleasures of the search. It's just easier to explain the experience with a four letter word.

Of course you know........IT'S ALL GOOD!