The magnificence of photographs lie in the responsibility we each have to interpret the narratives they depict for ourselves.
There’s not a better feeling than dropping a heavy pack after a long day of hiking.
The countdown until spring has officially begun.
My favorite decoration this time of year is that Christmas greenery found through the mist of winter.
Post hunt reflections are always enjoyable but there’s something about doing it at the bed of a pickup looking at the tangible evidence of the success that make the memories so much sweeter.
Even when they depart the woods and find their way into the freezer and later to the table, our obsession of the story lives on. In my opinion, the story gains new life in the ability to retell it over every meal his body provides and then again when he finds a place on the wall. Where we fail as hunters is just in displaying these animals as a proverbial “trophy” over the mantle and not sharing the stories with those who question our ethics. We forget not everyone understands our thought process and instead of enlightening, so often we attack as a response to us feeling attacked. Take a second to share your thought process and beliefs the next time someone attacks you, remain quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.
The story came to a close but with another hunter, no regrets here.