He’d been shooting his bow for months. The dedication was intense. He spent the shortening days of the fading summer quivering with excitement and expectation. And now the season is here.
It’s Friday, but he’s been packed since Tuesday. We split work as soon as the boss relents to our incessant pestering. Scouting has paid off and he’s seen his bull. He tells me he’s seen it every day, in his mind; he’s experienced the kill in his dreams. This is borderline spiritual.
The bugles fade with the light. We camp on an adjacent ridge making quiet plans as we … READ MORE >