My first love is my family, however, that's not to say I haven’t read every bow hunting magazine I could download on my Ipad, or watched all the old hunting videos I have on loop. At night, my brothers-in-arms and I sit around the fire discussing tactics. Not on how to clear buildings or set up recoveries, but how to plan our insertion and extraction routes to our favorite stands without getting busted.
The cooling of the weather here has us excited about the possibilities this season holds. Having sold my farm in Missouri and moved to Iowa, one of my life-long dreams is about to be fulfilled: hunting Iowa during the rut. For us, we live our lives in spurts of building anticipation: out on tour just waiting to come back home and see our loved ones, pursue our passions, and enjoy life in the states.
I look forward to putting on my Fanatic system, climbing into a stand site that I have poured over on Google earth, and, if the stars align, releasing an arrow I fletched over here into an Iowa monster. This is my anticipation. This is what drives me and pushes me to endure. That image of my family and the solace of being in the deer woods, just a week away, is what keeps me going.
I hope to have the privilege of sharing an ending to this story with my brothers and with you soon.