A Whale of a Season!

Its that time of year when the white whale will make another appearance rousing the peg legged captain in each of us. The gorgeous sight of the white whale is not enough...no, each sighting seems to lure Ahab farther and farther from home, wife, and son...filling his heart with an insatiable thirst to see more of his own harpoons sticking out of the white whales back....binding him ever tighter to the whale itself, till one day he too will plunge to the sea floor along with the white whale, hopelessly tangled in the mess of his own ropes.

Yes, the snowy, white "whale of a season," known in some parts of the world as Thanksgiving and Christmas really SHOULD cause us to turn to the Father's Son and inspire us to be more like Him, but I challenge you to go to your local ER and ask them how many choking throats they unplugged last Thanksgiving....their answer will give you a beautiful picture of the Father's Son gagging on a drumstick. You may also want to spend a day observing Wal-mart the week before Christmas. I really shouldn't mention it...but the white bearded character of the Christmas season looks like he may have been one of those people that needed his throat unplugged at Thanksgiving himself.

Please understand, I'm all in favor of entering the jolly and charitable spirit of the season, but why do we need to violate and rape the moment? Why do we always feel the need to lower the boats and sink harpoons into the whale's back. What's the rush? Why does the whale have to be MINE? A character analysis of Captain Ahab would probably help us understand ourselves better.

Why couldn't we just sit together by the big window for hours and watch it snow? Why couldn't we just lay in the autumn leaves and have a cup of coffee together. Why couldn't we just get out great grandmother's dominoes and play "chicken foot." Why couldn't we just lean on the fence and talk to the neighbor? Why can't we enjoy the moment? Why can't less be more?

Common...its a "whale of a season!" Drop your harpoons me lads, throw the blasted Ahab and his agenda overboard, drink to the "Maker of the Sea", and a toast to Moby Dick! Sheesh....its not every day that you get to feast your eyes on a white whale.....

Let Those Deer Walk

It has been great living near the woods again. Five years have gone by since I've done this much archery hunting. I've read that every good spiritual man needs to revolve around a divine center. This divine center is characterized well, I believe, by an archery centered lifestyle.

On a more serious note, there is a lot of peace and stability that accompanies time spent alone in the woods, allowing ones mind to calmly contemplate the difficult issues of life....

This year I carried my pocket camara with me on many of my hunts. I usually forgot it was there and pulled it out only in moments of boredom. After a very mediocre season of seeing very few real shooters, I finally shot a deer yesterday. It ended up being a real dose of humility. I looked up to see a very nice shooter walking into a clump of pine trees. According to my minds eye I would affirm the deer was about 18 inches wide and quite tall. I pulled my bow back....a deer stepped out of the other side of the pines and I shot it without looking at its rack. Confident that I had shot a nice buck I went and got my brothers to help recover the deer.

To my incredible dissapointment we trailed the deer a mere 50-60 yds and found a very average 8 pt. I wouldn't believe it was the deer I shot, but its hard to argue with my arrow sticking right through its body. Either I stupidly shot a different deer when it came out the other side of the pines, or it is the biggest case of "ground shrink" that I've ever experienced.

The humility is good for me....its just hard to grow trophy bucks when we're shooting these 2 year old bucks. Pennsylvania hunters....we need to let these deer walk.


Ryan and I put in several food plots.

Early season...no deer....bored.

The instrument of death.....

I go WAY up in the trees....often see turkey buzzards circling below me.

Needs one more year to be a shooter....