Back in the Saddle

Alright I know I haven’t blogged in a while and it’s high time I climbed back up on that horse and started participating in this thing called the internet again. Honestly I haven’t missed it to much, I don’t know what that says. It’s good to take a break every once and a while, and in my defense I have stepped up my twittering. I got back from our annual trip to Alabama this past Friday, and let me tell you I had a blast. I love getting out of Florida. I never expected to live here as long as I have. When I was younger I told everyone I was going to move to Alaska or North Carolina, or Tennessee, pretty much anywhere but here. I don’t know what it was, I just didn’t feel like I was supposed to live here. But in the last few years I have started to appreciate Florida more and more. Still, every chance I get to leave the state I take it. As you know from my early posts I am an avid outdoors men I love to deer hunt, and this last Wednesday God blessed me with the best deer I have ever harvested. It was a six point buck and weighed about 180 lbs. It was an awesome experience. It was a very windy morning and after climbing down out of a tree stand at about 0930 I decided to follow a game trail back into the woods. After hiking for about half an hour I came to a valley where the trees thinned out and a creek marked the edge of the property I had permission to hunt. I walked down to edge of the water and marveled at the His creativeness for a few minutes before heading back the way I came. When I looked back for the trail that I been following I saw him. He had literally followed me in to the clearing, not more then five minutes behind me. I knew at a glance that this was a nice buck and quickly crawled out of the creek bed onto a small embankment to get in a better position. I found a clean shot through the scope and squeezed the trigger. I don’t remember feeling the recoil of the gun despite it’s large caliber, I must have been really focused. Still looking through the scope I saw him hit the ground, it was a quick humane kill, the kind you hope for. The fist thing I did was stop and pray, thanking God for blessing me, something my dad taught me to do. I spent the rest of the morning dragging my prize out of the woods and cleaning every scrap of meat leaving nothing to waste. When all was said and done I had a 100 quart cooler 3/4 of the way full with meat, and more of an understanding for the way God honors his promise to bless those who are faithful stewards.

~ by foxfire451 on January 4, 2009.