June 1, 2012
Today's Photograph . . . . We Found The Arrow The Way We Like To See It (Michael T) |
Bible Study Verses
Psalm 37:3-7
Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit
your way to the Lord; trust in Him, and He will act. He will bring
forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as the
noonday. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him; fret not
yourself over the one who prospers in his way, over the man who carries
out evil devices! (ESV)
Thoughts
The sound of hooves crunching through the woods was music to my ears. I slowly began to scoot forward carefully and quietly grabbed my bow. The tree stand creaked. I held my breath and stopped. I clipped my trigger release onto its normal spot, took a deep breath and waited.
It was a cold frosty morning and not more than sixty yards away a small puff of fog emerged from behind a tree. The puff of smoke billowed again. This time a whitetail buck walked through it. Immediately, I knew it was a shooter. The buck came towards me. He was looking well beyond me obviously searching for a doe and a potential date. Forty, thirty, twenty-five and then at twenty the deer gave me a soft quartering shot. I unleashed death.
I watched the buck hunch and then bolt out of sight. Now, all that was left to do was to wait patiently and give the large buck some time to go to sleep. In the meantime, I called my father and a friend over to help me track this deer. The blood trail was a good one and we found the arrow the way we would like to see it after coming out of a deer. We followed the trail through the woods and through some thickets. With every step we got a little more excited. The trail lead us from the woods to an open field and that is where the story turned.
The sound of hooves crunching through the woods was music to my ears. I slowly began to scoot forward carefully and quietly grabbed my bow. The tree stand creaked. I held my breath and stopped. I clipped my trigger release onto its normal spot, took a deep breath and waited.
It was a cold frosty morning and not more than sixty yards away a small puff of fog emerged from behind a tree. The puff of smoke billowed again. This time a whitetail buck walked through it. Immediately, I knew it was a shooter. The buck came towards me. He was looking well beyond me obviously searching for a doe and a potential date. Forty, thirty, twenty-five and then at twenty the deer gave me a soft quartering shot. I unleashed death.
I watched the buck hunch and then bolt out of sight. Now, all that was left to do was to wait patiently and give the large buck some time to go to sleep. In the meantime, I called my father and a friend over to help me track this deer. The blood trail was a good one and we found the arrow the way we would like to see it after coming out of a deer. We followed the trail through the woods and through some thickets. With every step we got a little more excited. The trail lead us from the woods to an open field and that is where the story turned.
At this point the deer
could have gone a thousand different directions, but which way?
Unfortunately, there was no more blood. We searched all morning,
afternoon, and even the next day for any sign of blood, or a limp less
body, but to no avail.
I spent the next few days in mourning over the disappointment of losing out on that trophy buck.
(Mike T)
Action Point
Life brings about many disappointments and heartache. It is often through these situations that we learn something about ourselves or more importantly about God, or both.
Action Point
Life brings about many disappointments and heartache. It is often through these situations that we learn something about ourselves or more importantly about God, or both.
In my case, I realized that I
was beginning to worship that trophy buck far beyond the normal
fascination of what was acceptable. In fact, I was tying my worth as a
person to that monster deer. I thank God for showing me otherwise.
Sportsmen's Tip of the Day
If you ever lose a blood trail Contact a local K-9 retrieval unit in your area within twenty-four hours of shooting your animal. Put their phone number in your cell phone. I wish I had.
Sportsmen's Tip of the Day
If you ever lose a blood trail Contact a local K-9 retrieval unit in your area within twenty-four hours of shooting your animal. Put their phone number in your cell phone. I wish I had.
