With the winter winds, the old hunter sighs. A day complete, the warmth of the fire warms his toes as he sits back in his chair and recounts the memories of hunts past, even today’s expedition lay fresh on his mind.
He drove his old Ford F-1 into a gap in the oak trees. A natural place to stash the steel behemoth that rubbled through the woods. He killed the engine and looked around, evergreens stood tall with brilliant color. Mighty trees that tough the cold and the rain. While all else faded around them there they stood. The old hunter used to liken himself to the evergreen, of course that was years ago. Now he seemed to favor the old oak that was slowly withering away.
He took his Winchester from the worn leather saddle scabbard on the floorboard below his feet. With a thermos of hot chocolate and his Stetson pulled low he opened the door and felt the blast of cold air hit him. To some it would be torture to stand in the cold, but to him it brought joy, for gone were the perils of everyday life. After all you never hear the squirrel complain about the weather or the deer about his wife. No sir the woods were the place where a fellow could forget, if only for a moment, the problems that plague this world.
He found his favorite spot. A place where the hills cradled him and propped him up. Where the trees surrounded him and blocked the cold wind from chilling his bones. The Wild takes care of those who appreciate it and respect it. He filled the thermos top and sipped on the steaming hot drink, a fellow can’t get more relaxed then the old hunter was. As he sat he watched nature go about her day. Life at its simplest and yet at its happiest. The Almighty shows Himself to those who brave the cold and wind. God dwells among the evergreens and oaks, along the streams and brooks. A buck didn’t present himself to the old hunter. But it wasn’t a buck he was hunting that day. No sir he bagged what he went out there for.
Back at home by the warm fire he smiled. The secret to life is simple and it’s closer than you think…if you don’t believe me. Find a quiet stream deep in the woods and listen. Mother Nature will tell you the rest.