JIM'S DAILY Thinking of "H: Hunting"

I grew up in a hunting culture — out in the mountains where hunting was a a passage into manhood ritual. Spect I was no more then 12 or 13 when I got my first hunting gun. We only went hunting a couple days a year — for rabbits on Thanksgiving and Opening deer season the Monday following Thanksgiving. Being farmers, that was the only recreation I ever did with my Father – and I loved it then and I still love hunting.

Maybe that is because I thought I got good at hunting — I spent any free time I had as a kid out in the woods studying signs left by animals. I tried to train myself to read any disturbance in the mud, grass, tree bark — what ever to see if I could figure out “who” did the disturbance. Then I would attempt to track the disturbance maker — cause I just knew it was at the other end of the disturbance somewhere.

Lately I have been trying to allot some time to hunt every day — with my camera. So, now, hunting is trying to find something I would not normally see unless I went “hunting.”

Hole 18 — Almost sunk a long put — Game lost and over but In a tree by the cart path a bird singing — actually calling another bird for some reason — the hunt was to find the other bird — it was found! See that was a fun hunt — and I did not have to put on heavy cloths, tot a shot gun (as our V. P. as our V.P. suggested), and the bird got to live another day!

So, that is the concept of my daily hunt. I am not good at photography (shooting) yet but the photographs do show what I shot on my hunt.

Recent shoots: (Click photo to enlarge and do return arrow to get back to this page)