Why I hunt.....

Watching the woods come to life on crisp, fall mornings... Seeing a sleepy-eyed squirrel searching for breakfast at first light... My heart thumping in my chest as I hear footsteps falling, getting closer, closer and closer... The amazing echo of a tom turkey, gobbling like thunder... Watching the woods change into the wonderful colors of fall each day I'm in the woods... Disappearing into the foliage around you, so that no man or animal knows that you are there... Watching young fawns frolicing under the watchful eye of their mother...The friendships developed in the woods, and at camp...The awesome feeling of being the first to congratulate a hunting buddy on his first deer, and the memories of someone else doing the same for you...Watching the woods grow silent as dark aproaches...The telling of the days events to your hunting buddies...And yes, the harvest of game, reaping the rewards of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months spent in God's splendor.

That's why I hunt.