For me a hunt is filled with a multitude of emotions, including gratitude, as I’m immersed in the beauty of nature, and respect, as on some hunts I move among predators and through terrain that can snatch a man’s life in the blink of an eye. It’s a reminder to all who are paying attention that death favors no man. There is also a heightened sense of awareness once the heavy senses-muting cloak of the civilized world is shrugged from the shoulders. Then finally hunting instinct can take over.
