Hunting for…

It seemed like a good omen.

After arriving to secure the desired site and collecting some firewood, we headed out in the side-by-side to explore. Five minutes up the first trail, the backend of two white tails were in view as they scampered down into the protective embrace of tightly-spaced trees.

That would be it.

Over three-and-half days, those backsides were the only sightings of game – some chipmunks and a quail not withstanding.

Which is okay. Stocking the freezer would have been nice. But being outside and away from the constant churn was rewarding.

Everything tastes better at camp, a roaring fire warms more than toes and comfortable companionship brings an inner peace.

Plus, it was chance to take in the majesty of nature in a different season than summer. The colours more vibrant and the air more crisp. It puts life into perspective.

We started out hunting for one thing and came across tranquility. So we did bag something.