Hunting allows us to really examine where we are in life. Sitting in the same tree stand, ground blind, or just an old lucky stump gives us that opportunity.
We become intimate with every squirrel, grouse, bug, and bush. Sometimes the bush may even move a bit. As the light changes, so does our perspective. Logs grow antlers, wind makes bugles and grunts, our imagination can take over.
One thing is for sure, you have seen, smelled, and heard all that there is at your hunting spot.
While elk hunting along the edge of Yellowstone Park, I saw the country as it has been for centuries. No roads, houses, airports, or development. No sounds from aircraft, highways, trains, or other human-caused noise. Just a cold and lonely expanse.
In the middle of this untouched beauty, I noticed something else. Straight lines and right angles are rare in nature. These shapes and marks are usually evidence of manmade development. Maybe an old farm, excavations, logging, or… just a scar in the middle of nowhere.
As I gazed into Yellowstone Park, I saw a Cross. The trees on the north facing ridgeline surrounded an opening that was in the shape of a cross. I am not a churchy guy, although I have prayed to the hunting gods for a big bull to walk by.
Maybe it was just the light, the snow, or just other conditions, but in that vast openness, I saw a sign that reminded me that I was not alone.
I still did not tag out but…
Montana Grant
