Garden Gnome!
14-03-08, 06:00 PM
Feeling a little glum today after what was a great weekend being with like minded friends.
You see it’s been 1 ½ years since taking game of any sort with the bow after what was a bad and stale time from going through court and being convicted for aggravated cruelty to an animal (cat) with my bow and razor/scary sharp broadhead.
On the afternoon of the 9th march I went for an afternoon hunt with my close friends which I looked forward to doing very much, but as we walked down the road to our destination I could not help this sick feeling that was building within me as we were walking past the house’s of gloom of the people who had all but made my life miserable for the past events, I had to get one of the guys to carry my bow for me past these house’s till we reached the end of the lane and the entrance to our hunting grounds.
While we hunted for bunnies (I missed a blind-n-almost deaf rabbit at a very easy thirty five yards with much laughter had by all) and the ever sneaky fox, I still could not shake this feeling that was now consuming me even further. We had made our way up to the lookout where we would wait for the sun to go down and the quarry to start moving about, I had told the others of what I was felling and with grace and caring they gave me comfort and understanding reassurance that all would be ok. Time had gone by slowly and the sun had sunken far enough to warrant our moving off to the task at hand of taking some game. Two by two we strolled down the track and split up as we moved further along, soon rabbits were being seen but shot opportunities were not to be had as they were very weary to any new sounds.
An hour had past and I was making my way back to the entrance and was greeted by they guys with pleasing news that one of us had taken a very nice buck rabbit cleanly at 10 yards, congratulatory pats on the back and the quick job of gutting and skinning taken care of and we were all walking back home to my house this time with me carrying my bow in hand and as we passed the house’s of gloom that sickening feeling was setting back in, the guys could tell but said nothing as I had to contend with this in my own way.
A bbq was had and some laughs and cheers were spread over the evening then time was due for our friends to leave for the hour was getting late, they have jobs to tend to for the week and I would be hear to ponder my thoughts and feelings.
This morning I sit opposite my wife while having breaky together as we always do, saying goodbye to my daughter as she left for another day of school, the feeling of the previous day had come back and stronger than every, noticing this my wife asked what was wrong, I looked at her and said I think that bowhunting near home is no longer feeling good and that I would not do this anymore, I was not feeling good about hunting hear anymore but that I would rather just go up there with my friends and guide them on there jaunts, perhaps taking our daughter up there to hone her skills, to be there when she takes her first kill, to share with her the thrill and experiences of these events.
It’s now afternoon, in half an hour our daughter will be home from school possibly with some homework to do after which she will grab her bow have some practice shots with a couple of our friends I will go pick my wife up from work and upon arriving home I will go for a walk with them past the house’s of gloom to see what can be got…….. perhaps a bunny or two.
Maybe its age or a new level of maturity or maybe its something else I’m not sure but what ever it is I now feel a new sense of peace within my self.
You see it’s been 1 ½ years since taking game of any sort with the bow after what was a bad and stale time from going through court and being convicted for aggravated cruelty to an animal (cat) with my bow and razor/scary sharp broadhead.
On the afternoon of the 9th march I went for an afternoon hunt with my close friends which I looked forward to doing very much, but as we walked down the road to our destination I could not help this sick feeling that was building within me as we were walking past the house’s of gloom of the people who had all but made my life miserable for the past events, I had to get one of the guys to carry my bow for me past these house’s till we reached the end of the lane and the entrance to our hunting grounds.
While we hunted for bunnies (I missed a blind-n-almost deaf rabbit at a very easy thirty five yards with much laughter had by all) and the ever sneaky fox, I still could not shake this feeling that was now consuming me even further. We had made our way up to the lookout where we would wait for the sun to go down and the quarry to start moving about, I had told the others of what I was felling and with grace and caring they gave me comfort and understanding reassurance that all would be ok. Time had gone by slowly and the sun had sunken far enough to warrant our moving off to the task at hand of taking some game. Two by two we strolled down the track and split up as we moved further along, soon rabbits were being seen but shot opportunities were not to be had as they were very weary to any new sounds.
An hour had past and I was making my way back to the entrance and was greeted by they guys with pleasing news that one of us had taken a very nice buck rabbit cleanly at 10 yards, congratulatory pats on the back and the quick job of gutting and skinning taken care of and we were all walking back home to my house this time with me carrying my bow in hand and as we passed the house’s of gloom that sickening feeling was setting back in, the guys could tell but said nothing as I had to contend with this in my own way.
A bbq was had and some laughs and cheers were spread over the evening then time was due for our friends to leave for the hour was getting late, they have jobs to tend to for the week and I would be hear to ponder my thoughts and feelings.
This morning I sit opposite my wife while having breaky together as we always do, saying goodbye to my daughter as she left for another day of school, the feeling of the previous day had come back and stronger than every, noticing this my wife asked what was wrong, I looked at her and said I think that bowhunting near home is no longer feeling good and that I would not do this anymore, I was not feeling good about hunting hear anymore but that I would rather just go up there with my friends and guide them on there jaunts, perhaps taking our daughter up there to hone her skills, to be there when she takes her first kill, to share with her the thrill and experiences of these events.
It’s now afternoon, in half an hour our daughter will be home from school possibly with some homework to do after which she will grab her bow have some practice shots with a couple of our friends I will go pick my wife up from work and upon arriving home I will go for a walk with them past the house’s of gloom to see what can be got…….. perhaps a bunny or two.
Maybe its age or a new level of maturity or maybe its something else I’m not sure but what ever it is I now feel a new sense of peace within my self.