They say lightning doesn’t strike twice, but over the years the Good Lord has provided me numerous triple bow and arrow lightning strikes and the resultant electricity ignites my soul beyond measure.

They say lightning doesn’t strike twice, but over the years the Good Lord has provided me numerous triple bow and arrow lightning strikes and the resultant electricity ignites my soul beyond measure.
I can see every arrow I’ve ever loosed. I see the arc, I see the shaft flying, I see the glowing nock cutting the airspace. To me, forever, every arrow is the most important arrow. Every hunt is the most celebrated hunt.
A legal challenge of the Natural Resources Commission’s decisions regarding UP deer hunting regulations is underway.
It is at this time I wish to humbly take a bended knee and genuflect at the altar of the immeasurable goodwill and positive spirit from my fellow hunting families around the world, and with much deep emotion, express my very sincere thanks to everyone who reaches out to me with extremely generous and very tempting invitations to join you all on so many wonderful hunts and spirit campfires across the land.
In life we need to be focused on the moment at hand in order to be the best that we can be, but don’t hesitate to let the mind wander a bit occasionally, for as we relive the magic past hunting moments in time, they will bring us much positive energy and spirit as we count down the days to the opener.
Give me a moment here, would you please. I must gather my thoughts, calm my nerves and do everything in my substantial power to manage the tsunami of emotional wreckage currently coming undone. You see, it is the end of February 2021, and my beloved white-tailed deer season in Texas comes to a painful, heartbreaking, screeching halt on March 1st, and quite honestly, I just don’t know what to do with my bad-self.
We all know that every hunt is a very special experience. We so eagerly anticipate each fall season that it is hard to put into words the excitement we actually feel coursing through our veins this wild time of year. People often ask me what my favorite all-time hunt is, and I always respond, “My next one!”
After 17 years of applying, I finally drew a much-coveted black bear tag for Northern Michigan. There is something mystic and mythical about the spirit of the bear that kicks up the adrenalin factor a notch or two, just in anticipation of seeing one.
As we unleash the 2020 hunting season, let us slow down, relentlessly pursue that higher level of awareness, and become one to the absolute best of our individual ability with God’s miraculous renewable creation in which we function and participate as nature intended.
There is so much we can do to hone our hunting instincts and capabilities, and now, in the calm before the harvest storm, is the time to get our physics of spirituality arsenal all tuned up and ready to rock.