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Cowboy
Guest
This man was not a dreamer. He was a realist in the truest sense. But even still, he found himself now perched on a cold wind-swept rock well above timberline, brought there by a vision.
Not long ago, he lost an old friend. His friend was someone who taught him to have a true appreciation of life and living, and gave him lessons about the place of a man in nature. His friend was aged, but even to the end his eyes sparkled to witness the antics of the wild critters. The old boy was a whole lot happier outdoors than inside?and so the two of them had a thing in common. It was for him and because of him that he came here now. He was to receive the final piece of wisdom.
The visionary?s name was Dan?a flatlander from Michigan. It was there he grew up. He?d come to know the habits of whitetail intimately. It was a challenge to see just how close he could get to them. He swore he knew what they thought, and could find them under any condition at any time. It came with patience, which was the very first lesson.
He?d learned to not move a muscle and sit for long periods of time. Become a piece of the woods he did. And this way he learned so much. A patient observer he was who had come to know so much more than the common man, or even hunter. And not just about deer?all animals from the tiniest wren to the jelly belly black bear.
Not long ago, he lost an old friend. His friend was someone who taught him to have a true appreciation of life and living, and gave him lessons about the place of a man in nature. His friend was aged, but even to the end his eyes sparkled to witness the antics of the wild critters. The old boy was a whole lot happier outdoors than inside?and so the two of them had a thing in common. It was for him and because of him that he came here now. He was to receive the final piece of wisdom.
The visionary?s name was Dan?a flatlander from Michigan. It was there he grew up. He?d come to know the habits of whitetail intimately. It was a challenge to see just how close he could get to them. He swore he knew what they thought, and could find them under any condition at any time. It came with patience, which was the very first lesson.
He?d learned to not move a muscle and sit for long periods of time. Become a piece of the woods he did. And this way he learned so much. A patient observer he was who had come to know so much more than the common man, or even hunter. And not just about deer?all animals from the tiniest wren to the jelly belly black bear.