Primal Thoughts
The corn is shoulder high, farmers are harvesting their wheat crop already, tomorrow it is supposed to be ninety degrees, and yet all I can think about is fall.
It’s always interesting to see what triggers the senses and summons that primal hunting urge within. The corn stalks glistening in the morning sun caught my eye this morning, as well as the morning sun’s reflection on the tractor as it slowly made its way through the field, cutting this year’s wheat harvest.
I immediately began to drift away for a moment – the car on autopilot – and thought about the number of deer that could be using that corn as safe harbor. I thought about how it would look as the majestic buck stepped out of the field edge and into the newly cut wheat field, his antlers glistening against the morning sun. For a split second, I could feel the crisp, fall air pressing against my face; the warmth of the sun as it rose to start the new day; the call of the geese as they moved overhead in their yearly migration; a pheasant cackling from its grassy home; a crane breaking the morning silence; the snap of a twig signaling an animal’s approach; and the smell of fall wetting the hunting instincts within.
I was in a hunter’s heaven.
Then, unfortunately, reality settled back in and I began to focus again on the road visible through the windshield, and realized that hunting would have to wait.
While I love fishing, and don’t mind the summer whatsoever, there is still something very different about hunting season, especially when it’s in the fall.
Nature will always call me to fish, to camp, and to play outside with little Abby. But hunting stirs something deep within. It’s different – and it beckons me, even on these hot, humid, dog days of summer.
It’s primal.
It’s perfect.
And, though hunting is only around for a few months out of the year, it lives with us always. It’s part of who we are, no matter what time of the year it is.
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Beautiful post and oh so true!
Thanks, Blessed
It’ll be here before you know it, Arthur. Just be careful daydreaming on the highway… you’ll want to still be with us when the seasons do open!
There are certain things that trigger thoughts of the upcoming seasons. Thanks for sharing your daydream!
You put the feelings all hunters feel into words… Thanks! it’s hard to describe all the feelings it stirs, but I think primal is a good word for it!
What a beautiful post! It so accurately describes how hunters feel about that one special time of year!
Boy Art you had me in the stand with you. Love the way you tell a story and express your feelings. As Philip says it will be upon us soon, and all the more reason for you to get into bear hunting. It’s almost a month before deer season and adds another whole aspect to the hunting scene.
Amen! I try to hunt year-round, but for me, nothing compares with duck season, and the minute the air turns, I start obsessing on it. Sadly, something usually happens to the air in AUGUST that makes it feel like Fall for me. Sigh.
Thanks so much everyone!! I truly appreciate the kind words.
I try to hunt as much as can during the year, but during the summer months hunting definitely takes a back seat. The minute the corn starts to show itself, though, I can’t help but think about some huge, majestic buck who makes it his safe haven.
And, Mike, maybe one of these days I’ll take you up on the bear hunting. It does sound like it would be a great time.
I think about hunting every single day! I can’t wait for September!
I love the fact that here in Michigan they gave us an early season for does only and also gave us our youth hunt. That means I can get out 2 weeks earlier than I used to! Bring on the fall.