just thought i'd share my w'end with you all ...
after neglecting my favourite hunting grounds over the past few years , i returned this last w'end for a back pack hunt with minimal gear .the late seasonal snow gave me a great chance to test myself once more against the elements .

The idea was to whack a lot of stumps, try out some new survival gear and generally poke around for Sambar . within an hour of arriving i had re connected with all those childhood lessons my Dad and his friends had instilled in me . Those gentleman had taught a different set of rules , a place where ethics and adventure surpassed antlers and numbers in books ...

as i found out in my beginning preparation for an Idaho Elk hunt in 2010 i am decidedly unfit ... i also realised that at the end of the day, results are borne out of the effort put in , regardless of outcome .
so after several years of chasing goats and swine across the dusty parts of this great country , i have returned to the mountains i roamed so often and excitedly as a kid .
i am at heart , as reminded by my father so often ...
i am a deer hunter
Ben