To begin with I have not been around the blog for three weeks now. This post is a long time coming and was delayed by a random phenomenon called, life. Unfortunately no matter how much I want to be wandering the mountains in search of predators or prey, sometimes I have to take a break and catch up on the business of living in the modern times. These past three weeks I was able to hunt twice, but did not have any time for the blog itself. I filled the time with several long weeks at work and a complete brake system rebuild of my beloved mountain truck, the suburban. After replacing all the brake pads, hydraulic components and master cylinder, I still managed to repair a leaking front pinion seal and change the oil. Possessing mechanic skills is not only a luxury but a necessary economic skill for a hunter who owns ancient vehicles.
Now that I have established my reasons for my absence let us proceed to the topic if this post. This story begins with sunglasses. For the record I have a sunglasses problem. I can never seem to own a pair of sunglasses longer than a month or two before they are lost, broken, or meet some other unfortunate premature demise. I am certain that when I am selecting my new solar eye wear from the rack that the other sunglasses start chanting, “dead man walking,” to the poor set of glasses that I pull off the shelf. Needless to say I lost my current set of sunglasses. I noticed they had absconded while I was walking out the door at 5 AM to run snow roads looking for predator tracks. I knew it was going to be a bright day, especially with the glare off the fresh snow. Going with sunglasses would not be an option. As such 515 AM found me trudging into the local Walgreen’s in full camouflage in search of my next poly carbonate victim.
|Coyote bounding through deep snow|
That morning I made several call stands and even tracked a coyote over several miles of rough snow. I discovered where he had found a mouse, and later his bed. Unfortunately this was after I jumped him and sent him running into the next county. As I hunted I thought about the clerks question, why do I hunt and especially why do I hunt Mountain Lions? It was a valid question one that both I and the animals I hunt deserve an honest answer to.
This blog’s creation was a combined effort of both my wife and I. The most difficult part of starting the blog was coming up with a name. The common theme of many of the renditions of the name was, “an uncommon life.” This idea was central to how I live and I felt conveyed many of my feelings about hunting. However due to other blogs with this title and the vagueness it represented as to blog’s theme, it was not chosen. Title or not, it is one of the very reasons I hunt. I am not satisfied with a sedentary or common life. The routine of work, TV, and general suburbia cannot hold my attention for long. Hunting and the outdoors adds a much needed relief to everyday life in the modern times. It is my proverbial spice of life. While hunters are on the decrease in modern times, there are still many of us out there. Hunting Mountain Lions separates me even further from the throng makes my style even more…uncommon.
I am also convinced there is a certain part of the DNA of hunters that is a link to the proverbial cave man. My uncle often calls me a, “Throwback.” While this is meant as a term of endearment from him, I cannot wonder if there is some basic truth in it. When I am in the woods with an unfilled tag in my pocket and a rifle or bow in my hands; I am home. There is no other place on earth where I feel I am truly meant to be. The smell of the trees and earthy scent of the forest floor is intoxicating. The crunch of the winter snow beneath my feet, and wind through the pines is the greatest music on earth. The kiss of the cold wind and warmth of the sun is wonderful.
|Friend and fellow hunter on a call stand with me|
I know that there are many other reasons I take to the wild as often as possible, however I feel these are some of the main ones. If the curious Walgreens clerk should one day find this post, please accept my apology for such a lackluster reply. I hope you understand this reasoning as what should have been my answer that morning. And in case you are wondering, I already broke that pair sunglasses.
As the season is coming to a close soon I am still hunting and trying my best to stay focused. I will leave you with this quote from one of my all-time favorite movies. It is often a motivation for me to go hunting when sometimes I feel otherwise.
“Remember, if you don’t go when you want to go, when you do go you will find out your gone. “ -Burt Munroe from the “The World’s Fastest Indian”