Spent the weekend trimming tree stands and getting the final touches completed at hunting camp before Arkansas' archery season opens in a couple of weeks. There's something about hunting, but even more so about the process of getting ready to hunt, that is very therapeutic... and therapy is something I needed this past week. Hard work in the outdoors and in preparation for something as time honored and part of human existence as hunting, has a way of clearing the cobwebs and cleansing the soul. Who would have thought that getting dirty and playing outside could do so much personal liberating? But then again, isn't that what we did as kids growing up? My friends and I were the kings of fort building and crawdad fishing when we were young (are your ears burningTony Pahls?). We built our forts in trees, on the ground, and even under ground once, until the land owner caught us and kicked us off his property. I guess it's no big stretch to figure out that hunting as an adult is just an extension of what we valued in childhood.
I've had these Justin's for a while now but haven't been able to bring myself to wear them because they looked so new. They're finally coming around and almost worthy of wearing out in public.
Camp/Fort is pretty much ready for the season now. All we need is cool weather and the sun to sink a little lower in the southern sky. Now it's time to shoot the bow and get the gear ready for the season. That won't be fun at all :)
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