Hunting Is My Salvation

My journey has taken to me to extreme highs and extreme lows,  The years that I couldn't even leave the house, tore me apart inside, but my remaining fire burned deeply to return to the woods.  Even in darkest times the pure love and joy of being in the timber with the sounds of nature, the squirrel chattering away and blue jays announcing an intrusion in it's neighborhood.

As I lay here in bed now, thinking about all that I went through, my greatest victory now that I'm able to actually enjoy much of life again is the ability to go out to my bow stand again.  So, I had to turn on this laptop and just write a little bit about my thoughts.

I think we all suffer from some sort of anxiety, whether it be getting nervous about talking in front of a group of people, walking out of stand when it's too dark to see with either wolves or coyotes howling in the distance, or trying to calm yourself as you draw back on the biggest buck you have ever seen, and realizing its you shaking not some phantom ghost wiggling the entire tree.