Do you ever wake up in the morning feeling totally thwarted before the day even gets started?
I do sometimes…
When I woke up on Friday (to a beautiful clear, frosty, autumn morning), I really didn’t want to get out of bed — partly because it was so dang comfortable, and partly because I was feeling a little discouraged.
Now, my life is pretty darn great, so I’m not trying to complain. I was just feeling kinda heavy that morning.
And so I just laid there for a few minutes, “psyching myself up” to face the day.
I felt like there were just so many things on the old “to-do” list, but nowhere near enough time to get them done — especially with the elk hunt starting the next day…
Now, I really love hunting, but I kept going back and forth on whether or not I should go this weekend. I just couldn’t help thinking about how:
- the potatoes need to be dug
- the dry beans need to be picked
- next year’s garlic needs to be planted
- the drip system needs to be dismantled and winterized
- the lawn needs mowing
- the garage needs cleaning (in a bad way)
- the firewood needs to be split and stacked
- I need to mix up some weed killer and spray our gravel driveway to keep the weeds down
- I need to build a fence down at the well so that our pump-house doesn’t get flattened by our neighbor’s wheel line every time the wind blows
…and we’ve still got about 2 bushels of apples left to process before they go bad.
Don’t get me wrong though — I love the work!
I love the sweat and sore muscles!
I was just lamenting the fact that I had to give up an ideal work day to go hunting.
(Does anybody else notice how backwards that sounds?!)
Well, after deliberating about it for awhile, I finally decided that I needed to go hunting.
I needed to make it happen.
Not because I needed a break from working, but because I needed to spend time with my family — because that’s really what hunting is all about.
My chore list will still be there when I get back (and it definitely won’t have gotten shorter during my absence 😉 ). If I don’t get the garden taken care of before the rain hits this weekend, things will eventually dry out again and I’ll be able to get it done then.
Elk hunting, on the other hand, only comes once a year, and it makes for some really special memories with my dad and brother.
Sometimes you just have to make time for the important things and say to heck with all the rest!
I’m really glad I did, too.
When the three of us finally shuffled out of the cramped old pickup truck later that evening (after bouncing our way up a rough dirt road for nearly 2 hours), I don’t think any one of us wanted to start pitching the tent anytime soon, because we were far too busy enjoying the pretty fall leaves and the amazing mountain sunset!
In fact, at one point, I think all three of us had our phones out, taking pictures of the beauties all around.
And y’know, we hadn’t been there for more than 5 minutes when a big old bull elk started bugling across the canyon from us…
The whole trip was just fantastic!
I’d love to tell you all about the burgers we grilled that night, and the conversations we had before drifting off to sleep. I’d love to describe the smell of the cold mountain air, and the excitement that comes with “opening morning.”
Moreover, I’d really like to share with you the majesty of watching a herd of elk make their way through a pristine meadow just before sunrise — but I’m afraid that even my best efforts would just fall short.
Instead, I’ll just post a few pictures from the weekend and hope that’s good enough.
Besides, a picture is worth a thousand words, right? 😉