It’s our beautiful autumn season. Are you excited for your long-awaited big-game dream hunt in a few weeks in one of our nation’s most wild places? You applied for your tag sometime last year then celebrated after receiving it. Did you spend the entire summer memorizing topographic maps and running up and down the steps of our local high school football stadium until your thighs burned like the fires from hell?
Yeah, me neither. It seems like those scenarios are what most glossy magazines seem to write about and we, for the most part, only dream of. For the majority, life is a little more complicated.
I have great friends who travel North America each season, year after year, in pursuit of our country’s wildest game. Am I jealous? Absolutely not, I am happy for them. Do I feel a bit envious? You bet.
The true fact is you need to win the lottery to draw for a coveted tag and pay for such adventures. I don’t know about you, but the only thing I have ever won from the lottery is the chance to scratch off a ticket.
I guess I can’t complain, though. Through the years I have been afforded the opportunities to traipse through the Canadian bush, Montana Rockies and the Alaskan wilderness. And each of those times I enjoyed it with a pack on my back and rifle in hand.
Listening to a royal bull elk bugle in the morning mist or standing in awe as a brown bear steps into sight with snow capped mountains as a backdrop literally takes your breath away. Lands so great that regardless of socio-economic status, man is nothing but an insignificant speck. These are things every human being should experience at least once in their lives.