You know what... I've slept on the high desert in a 50 mph dust storm with the full moon glowing through from above. I've skied the off-limits backside of Mt. Bachelor and rested on the lonely east side to watch the sun rise. I've walked the high country of the South Sister with the freezing wind biting through my wool coat. I've sat in the midst of horned monsters on a cold September Oregon morning, listening to their ancient bugle. I've stood on the banks of the Pontchartrain at s... Read More
I saw too often where an orange hat rested his thirty ‘ought six on the hood of a rig, peering down a high-powered scope to drop a deer a mile away. That ain’t hunting. It’s not supposed to be that easy.
Someone once said that happiness is in the journey, not the destination. In this case, the journey is the hunt. The destination is the dead deer at your feet.
Besides, there are just too darn many rifle hunters out there.... Read More