Friday, August 8, 2008

Just before the fall.....

Hunting season is soon upon us, the lazy summer days will be replaced with the cooler shorter days of early autumn. The high country will come alive with the bugles of rutting elk, like a sirens song this stimulates a desire in me to return home each year to the wild places. Somehow the solitude and quiet of the wilderness soothes my soul and the clear waters wash away a years worth of living in the confines of society. Don’t misunderstand me I willingly chose this life of mine. Although I once planned on living in the wilds for the rest of my days, fate smiled upon me and blessed me with a fine woman and two beautiful sons. Admittedly, this civilized lifestyle and constant coming and going wears on my soul as much as my body. But I am fortunate to live in the best place on earth , the rocky mountains. Each day I look around me and thank the creator for all that is laid before me, for this magnificent landscape and the family I love and cherish. So why do I long to abandon my responsibility and loving family each year when the season begins it’s subtle change around me. Maybe it is something primal in me or better yet an undeniable instinct which must be followed through until my being is once again whole. More likely it is a selfish need or desire to do what I want when I want with no one to decide my fate but me. Whatever the real reason, there is no getting around the fact that I crave the hunt and even more the solitude of the wilderness. So as the days shorten and the season begins to change I quietly await my chance to become wild again, to enter into a realm where I feel certain of my place and know that each day spent alone in the forests will help prepare me for another long year of working , living and surviving in this modern world. Hawk a/ho

7 comments:

O "Monstro" das Tapadas said...

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fishing guy said...

Hawk: You are certainly lucky where you live but also with whom you live. An understanding wife is so important.

Marian Love Phillips said...

I just love the way you express yourself and describe mother nature...

Stacey Huston said...

I hope you get the chance to renew yourself once again this year Hawk..

Lloyd Ryan Beere said...

Well Said sir! I just got back from a real short over nighter and it felt good to be home again, though i havent done it as long as you...i know exactly how you feel...

Tom Sorenson said...

A beautiful time of year, for sure. The elk rut is something I look forward to each year - to be in their country while they scream and bugle is a thrill I would not trade for anything.

Robin Easton said...

Dear Hawk,

This brought tears to my eyes. I felt like you were writing about ME. There are so many lines and words here that express how I feel and what I go through in terms of "being wild" and living in a domesticated world. I too love my sweetheart and family and all, but I have to be alone with only me and the wild. I need to connect directly to my source...and not just with my mind, or with lovely pictures or writing or looking out a window, etc. I need to submerse myself in it until I forget for even a time that the domesticated work exists. To where I lose myself in the soil, the rain, the creeks, the wind, the sun, the smells, sounds and voices of the wild world. I have to have this or go insane. The wild is part of all of us...actually not just PART of us...honestly? I believe it IS us. Thank you for being a wild and true voice in this domesticated world. I hear you and I know. Go with the wind my friend, Robin