I’m three weeks into my coveted deer season and have only found myself in a tree once. I am hoping to witness my brother shoot his first buck. It will hold a more profound level of emotional interaction than many of our other shared memories.
Encouraging this contemplative moment in my life, my phone falls to the base of the tree. Looking down at it, I hesitate. I think of how much of a project it would be to retrieve it and return to my position. On any other day, I would have jumped down to get it. But on this day I decide not to distract myself with content on a screen. I need this.
No matter what society throws at me, no matter what standards civilization creates, these moments of predator and prey are always there waiting deep inside nature. The world as we know it could fall tomorrow and still in all parts of the earth, the cruel and beautiful circle of life would go on. It has been a long time since I have sat back and listened to Mother Nature’s chorus. I blame ever so slightly The Urban Deer Complex for this.
I got too caught up in my camera, filming seemingly simple things and getting distracted by their basic beauty. Modern technology has been so good at making us forget about this beauty. We are more likely to look at a picture online of the beauty in our backyards than go out and see it for ourselves. The fall colors, the folding bark of a birch, the complicated knot inside the oak I’m hanging on. That knot tells a story I will never know, a story that money cannot buy or power on earth reveal.
I want to see my brother smile. I want to hear the wind in the leaves and watch them fall to the ground so free from influence. These simple moments remind me what life from a tree stand is all about.
As the sun begins to fade over the suburban neighborhood, a deer appears in the distance. From the angle I’m sitting at, I could see the basket rack eight pointer making his way thirty yards out from our tree. My brother’s tree stand, right below mine, is turned just a degree too far to be able to make the shot. For the moment, I am free from the world and caught up in the now. My brain is on overload with all the things I wished had happened and processing what might come to pass.
The buck disappears down the hill. Off to finish his night’s agenda, I guess. My brother and I leave our trees, cursed to return to our jobs and bills and the world we strive to create for ourselves. The jealousy I have for the deer humbles me. It reminds me why I keep coming back.
As darkness swallows our surroundings, I pick up my phone from the fresh coat of fallen leaves. There are ten missed calls, too many missed texts, and one harsh reminder that I don’t live my life from a tree stand.
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Last modified: December 19, 2018
I could not have said it better myself. I’ve decided this season to leave my phone in my vehicle. Although I don’t bow hunt, I’ve spent a lot of time scouting for the upcoming shotgun/rifle season here in CT. And many of the things you’ve came to notice again, are some of the same things I’ve come to appreciate again. Great article. Keep up the good work.
Great story! I am an avid hunter since 2007, when I hunted Omaha Nation Nebraska. My brother is part Indian and invited me to join. I was hooked! Although the deer are plentiful, unlike NH. With that said, myself and the holder of the 5th spot for 2013 state of NH harvested a monster BUCK in southern NH. You can verify this information, 10pointer and it rivals Midwestern deer. Keep up with the great work! Happy hunting!
Sometimes you just need to be with nature and no distractions. Hunting for me is like going back to my roots and surviving the way humans have for thousands of years. I am sure that they didn’t have to worry about texts back then!