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With my every foot step on this stony path today, I was taken over by an overwhelming sense of happiness, I had just realized at that very moment that I have finally understood; what an incredible feeling it was. It has taken me a very long time and many years in the woods, but now I was able to listen, smell, see, read and tell.

Unless you truly listen to nature in every sense of the word; then I speak of a language that may only sound like the wind to you. The wilderness tells stories and holds secrets to growing and healing.

I soon discovered aspen wood chips scattered across that very path, where the beaver had dragged pieces of wood into his creek, really near to their lodge. I then picked up a pure beige walking stick with its bark completely removed by those incredible incisors.

A red-winged black bird was singing out from the cat tail right by my side, there were ripples in the black waters hidden behind the swamp grass and two morning doves on the ground just meters in front of me where not even startled to flight, my whole being was at a heightened state, I did not miss any of nature’s details and I could share it with others in the form of a story.

Wilderness is awesome and being a true outdoors-man is just incredible, maybe Henry David Thoreau is looking down at me and giving me a wink in acknowledgement saying you have finally understood.

When I wrote this piece, I was listening to “First Aid Kit – Emmylou” Their folk style was quite fitting.

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It had been several weeks since I had gone to the farm to hunt pigeons; and I was really looking forward to spending some time in the woods. The past few times I was out the birds were either too fast for my shot on that particular day or they would simply spot my orange safety vest and then fly away to the neighboring farm even before my kit was ready. If this occurred I would not see them again until it was time for me to head home.

This past winter, we had several days in a row when the temperatures dropped below normal and it was a wicked cold. As a result the farmer would wear a heavier coat which happened to be orange. Part of his daily routine was to feed grain to some of the younger cattle; he would come out with a white bucket and wore his orange vest.

Within minutes of this feeding routine, the pigeons would fly in, swarm the cattle then help themselves to the grain. This pattern occurred daily for quite some time without interruption and the pigeons got used to the routine and the color orange.

So, on the day that I arrived and put on my orange vest, they did not pay too much attention to me, in fact they were quite bold. This allowed me to sneak in and line up several precisions shots and by the end of the afternoon I had harvested two large pigeons and enjoyed a good pan-fried feast that night with maple syrup and Montreal spices.

Color, habits and patterns are very important elements to hunting and its success if applied well. If you are out hunting a specific type of game and it is not working, do not be afraid to change-up your game and adapt to their habits, habitat and remember always wear orange vests.

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