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The Call of the Wild

Its that time of the year again when deer hunting season is right around the corner. This time of the year is a love hate relationship. I love the hunt, love to be outdoors and really enjoy being with friends and family. That leads to the other parts….well let’s just say the memories of past trips that is the part I have yet to come to terms with.

My Son Brad and I hunting 2000 My god has it been 7 years!!!!!!

Memories are hard to deal with, they bring back fun times of past days, but with that comes the yearning to have those loved ones that are no long willing to join us in camp. The toughest part about getting older is letting go of the past and looking to the future. I look to the future when my boys are old enough to come along on the hunt, with that comes new adventures and worries. My youngest wants to come out on the hunt, but at 5 I think he is too young, perhaps in another 5 or 6 years.

This year we may have the first of a new generation in camp. My older brother may bring his son to the hunt. This is kind of exciting for many reasons. Most of all is that both of my brothers may actually show up this year. That would be a first in 6 years. Ah the days when the entire population of young piazzas hunted. My hope is that my nephew will like to hunt and we can start a new group on our long honored Piazza tradition.

I do enjoy my two hunting buddies Pete and Sheldon each year we have a good time. Each of us enjoys the trip for different reasons I am sure, but we all look forward to the hunt and enjoying each other company.

I love the outdoors and the Hunt is not about killing deer to me, its about traditions old and new. Its about being with friends and enjoying the time we have together. Don’t get me wrong life is great at home, but every man needs male bonding time. This is the time of the year to bond, with both man and beast and most of all it’s the time to listen to the call of the wild.

My hat off to those who no longer join us on the hunt, the memories and laughter we have shared will forever echo throughout the hills.

Paul