Honestly, I think about past hunts and where I hunted over the years, the deer I shot and the ones that got away. I start thinking the night before gun season when I'm up in the loft, everyone is sleeping and I recall some of my earliest hunts with dad. Then I figure out how old I was and it dawns on me how many years ago that was and realize I am not young anymore. My thoughts go back well over 40 years. Then the next morning I think a whole bunch about God and my savior Jesus Christ and how he could have created such beauty in the blink of an eye. How amazingly perfect! A chickadee, upside down picking a hemlock cone. A mouse, a grouse, maybe a big red headed wood pecker, sometimes even a deer, perhaps the most amazing animal on earth created just for us. I wonder how it can get more beautiful. Someday it will because of Gods promise to me. "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind as imagined what Got has in store for those who love him" 1 Corinthians 2v9.