Nine months of preparation, countless hours and money. All for what? Food, challenge, peace, solitude, and just for the fun of it. Waking up at five in the morning to go sit in the woods, or the edge of a field, people think that’s crazy. But I think it’s what every body needs.

Whether you’re in a tree in the hills of West Virginia, or the swamps of Florida, or the wide open spaces of Montana, hunting wild game is an adrenalin rush. Any hunter can back that up. Whether it’s the nose of a Whitetail buck, or the sharp eyes of wild turkey, or the tough weather and terrain that comes with the hunt of an Elk, there is a challenge that comes with every hunt.

“The warm sun and the fresh grass, the sound of a turkey, Spring is here at last!

The colored trees and light breeze, the hunter sitting there in ease. The monster buck that he has been watching all year, is finally drawing near. Takes a shot that he knows he can make, then he enjoys some deer steak.”

I have to remember that hunting is not what my life is about, for it’s God and family that help me through the fiercest drought.