Nature doesn't care...
...about your problems and that’s what makes it perfect.
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(Ben, as in Ben Hur, the Gladiator. He’s a 1977 Jeep J10, but with the older Gladiator style grill.)
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(This is a 1913 WInchester 1894 in 30-30 with a 26" octagonal barrel that was Dennis’s Great Grandpas. There is a notch on the stock for every deer it’s bagged. It will have to wait another year before adding a notch.)
As I was sitting under a tree last weekend before daybreak I was thinking about why I love being outside so much. Not just outside of buildings, but outside of cities. It’s where we belong.
To be in a city is a catering of convenience, a representation of what the human mind wants the world to be. In many ways it’s exactly what we want, in others it’s a perversion of what we think is best that ends up poisoning and killing us.
I’m not anti city. I’m not anti technology. Just that once in a while, sit under a tree, before sunrise and watch the planet come to life. Watch it wake up. It puts into perspective how insignificant all of our thoughts, concerns and plans are. It’s my religion I guess you could say.
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I’m fully aware of the contradiction of all the gear and technology we take with us. It doesn’t bother me, but if even for a second to enjoy the lack thereof.
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If you’re stuck in an office today like me, make some plans (No matter how inconvenient) to get outside soon!!
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(Quality time with the wife for our 1 year wedding anniversary. She can spot game like no one I’ve ever met. My Sacagawea)
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(I don’t see jack. What about you? Yah, I was thinking it was time for a beer too...)
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(I love this old truck. Ben will be a good pal for Dennis.)
Sum total for the weekend? We saw a lot of Does, a lot of Javelina, a Fox, Hawks and a lot of harvested deer by hunters who could make opening weekend (Darn friend’s wedding!). We were a week late, but at least by the fresh bones left over we’ve finally found a good area within this unit to hunt... on OPENING weekend, next year. Really though, I don’t care, this is just an excuse to hang out with a buddy and not worry about making miles or progress of any sort.
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