It's Halloween to most. But over here its closing day of fall bear. The guys tell me this year's hunt has been harder than past. Early storms followed by hot days make consistency non-existent. The factors that go into a successful hunt feel more like luck most often. But what is luck really? Just a stacking of circumstances. The fate of heavens. God's all seeing eye having a plan. As I packed up my blind for the last time this season, I reflected. The sunset was spectacular. Skies on fire amazing. These are the moments I hold close. And leave my cozy aspen nest with a full heart instead despite never pulling the trigger. The wind blows louder, the trees snap with gust, and everything is alive. Each movement peaking the senses.
Until next year.