G'day all here on TradGang,
Well as we all know full well, the soul needs time to recharge. It has to be full in order for us to travel through our lives full of contentment, happiness and a regard for what lays ahead.
I've recently returned home from working away the last 3 years as a security contractor, starting off in the mean streets of Iraq, then moving over to the 'Rock Garden' -aka- Afghanistan.
I returned home to be with my family, thanking God at times, that what he lead me to... he lead me through. Working away a lot, one always reflects on his home life, family and what means the most to him. My piroties have always been my family, a stable career and naturally.... hunting, with stickbow in hand.
But, I felt lost upon returning home to 'civi life' and at times just need some breathing space. A place to sit, think, walk the bush and to ponder just what a man is to do now he has laid his weapons to rest for the final time.
So, with a very loving and understanding wife, I was set free to do just that, head out for the weekend scouting for some deer that I knew maybe in the area and to fill up again. Due to having rotar cuff problems I elected to leave my bow at home... and I can tell you it felt very strange being in the bush without my Blackwidow longbow in hand. Some stumps sure needed dusting!
My wife and daughter dropped me off along a creek I planned to scout along and first off I noticed these fellas.
Their the shells of circardas and are rough to touch. As you can see, the creek was rather full due to recent rains...
Naturally with all this rain ones boots became rather soaked and loaded with sandy soil.
So with that, it was snack time and to get my bearings set for the weekend and a game plan as such. I was scouting for Rusa deer and I know they are in the area as my mate shot a nice stag last year in the same location.
...more to come.
ak.
Topic: Outback scouting and a walk-a-bout..... (Read 2469 times)
