So this morning I got my coffee and Sporting Classics magazine and watched the sun rise from our screen room. A beautiful spring morning, as I read a couple of hunting related articles. I reflected on all the wonderful hunts I've had over the years. As teenagers chasing rabbits with a pack of beagles, in my twenties shooting ducks from duck blinds well worth the cold feet, enjoying a huge lunch spread with like hunters before the doves start flying, and later in life the trill of seeing a nice buck step into the green patch. (A small pause as the Black Belly Whistling Ducks land behind our fence. We feed them every night.) And another reflection, at 76 I appreciate mornings like this because they are limited. I offer thanks to God for every one of them, good or not so good.
