There is a silence in the winter woods,
The gun hunters have all gone home.
The wary buck and the weary hunter
are the only ones left. The chase, the life
and death struggle of survival and sustenance.
The survivors respect the hunter,
And the hunter respects them.
They hold each other in high regard.
The outcome is never certain.
There is real beauty in this solitude.
It is not about the kill,
It is about the experience,
Satisfying hunger for the soul,
Clearing the mind from the day to day
noise, stress and worries.
A time to be at peace, reflect about God,
the beauty of nature and cleanse the soul.
If not for wild places and wild things,
We would be lost.
