I remember the first time I ever went hunting, by myself, 21 years old. I went to the spot I had diligently scouted, but when I started to walk in, I was a little scared. So I made myself stop and asked myself why on earth should I be? I could find no reason, especially since I was carrying a weapon, so I kept going. Then when I got to my spot my mind was at work being hopeful for the day ahead.
Fast forward a bit and I began to really like the still and quiet of the night right before dawn. I feel it puts me in my place and in perspective, if that makes sense. I can't wait until Monday when I head out super early, and do it again. And get that nervous excitement of being out alone.
And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in Heaven