Do yall remember who posted this.........?? Probably about two or three years ago?? I liked it so much I saved it, but for the life of me, I cant remember who posted it. I think it was one of the doe, but not sure which one.......
A HUNTERS CONVERSATION WITH GOD
�Dear God, why am I perched up here in this tree?�
Has that thought ever crossed your mind as you sit perched in a stand waiting on a deer to cross paths with you and your weapon? It did me, and it was not a whisper either, it was a statement! One that occurred to me this past week while hunting alone. A statement that I said aloud several times. Each time I asked the question, an answer came back to me.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Do you not see the beauty around you?
The bare winter trees showing their bark of many textures, the pale blue sky with puffs of cotton candy dangling out of arm's reach, or the brilliant colors of the blue jay as he sits just inches away from you. Have you ever noticed how many colors of blue a jay really is? I counted five different tones of blue, from smoky blue grey to a stark bright blue.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Do you not hear the sounds I've made for you?
The distance hoot of a lonely barn owl, the chatter of the angry squirrel, and even the rustle of the field mouse under layers of brown leaves beneath your stand? Have you ever noticed how one crow can call in a dozen in a minute's time? Or there is never one angry blue-jay, but two or more? Have you ever heard a raccoon purr as it washed it's food in the creek nearby or the hiss of a possum to an attacking bird? Listen for the screech of the hawk as he circles above searching for that field mouse. Hear the wind in the empty branches and watch it tussle about the fallen leaves. Listen closely and I bet every one of you will hear sounds of human activity, no matter how far out in the county you hunt. But you can turn that out and listen only to that which surrounding you in nature.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Can you not smell the air and discover what is around you?
The musky smell of damp forest dirt drifts up past the odor of a dark green cedar that drips a strong sticky sap. Crushed bitter weed lingers where you walked into your stand. The breeze changes directions and you smell the Tinks you sprinkled on the trail or is that the odor of a rutting buck's hocks you are sniffing as he approaches your stand?
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
I put you there for a reason, stay put and you will know what is in store for you
Ah, ok, so there IS a purpose I sit here in the wind and cold, damp to the bone. Not just the beauty of the things He has created before me to see, smell and hear, but another purpose perhaps?
A rustle of leaves to my left catches my attention. Turkeys! It is almost time to leave the stand after the morning and here I have got turkeys coming in around me. I checked them all out and all were beardless. No fun in watching a bunch of hens, noisy old bitties. I'd spent a lot of time in this stand with nothing else to watch but them. Fly down, feed, chatter, fight, fly up again, same thing almost every day. Don't dare let them know you are there.
Ooops, one saw me turn my head. They all stretch their necks in my direction, then begin to return to where they came from. Well good, I say to myself, I can get outta here without a racket. Seconds past, and something bigger caught my eye.
I turned back to see a nice little six point right in the middle of them puttin old hens! He had come from their place and was standing in midist of them looking around. The turkeys went back and he came forward. I eased my gun into readiness. Closer he came. If I take this little basket racked buck, it would be my last on a rifle tag. I pondered, but just for a moment...
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
It is your choice, I've brought you the opportunity you desired. His body is large, his rack is perfect and I knew you would like him.
I brought him in so close you surely can't miss at thirty yards.
I put the iron sights on his chest but he would not stand still for a shot. So I gave him some lead.
That is pronounced leeeeeeeead. And as I pulled the trigger, I saw in the same instant, the bullet tear up the dirt just in front of his chest! He about turned a flip, doubled back on rotating hooves and was gone back where ever those turkeys were.
Dear God.....thank you for allowing me this morning to enjoy this wonderful world you have made for us. Also, thank you for putting me here in this tree so that I might enjoy it just a tad more.
And with that, I climbed down, went to the tore up dirt and dug my mushroomed bullet from the earth. After an extended search, no blood was to be found. But I got that bullet. I suppose I will save it for a keepsake as to acknowledge a wonderful time in the great outdoors and a good long talk with God. After all I did find out why I was really up in that tree.
A HUNTERS CONVERSATION WITH GOD
�Dear God, why am I perched up here in this tree?�
Has that thought ever crossed your mind as you sit perched in a stand waiting on a deer to cross paths with you and your weapon? It did me, and it was not a whisper either, it was a statement! One that occurred to me this past week while hunting alone. A statement that I said aloud several times. Each time I asked the question, an answer came back to me.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Do you not see the beauty around you?
The bare winter trees showing their bark of many textures, the pale blue sky with puffs of cotton candy dangling out of arm's reach, or the brilliant colors of the blue jay as he sits just inches away from you. Have you ever noticed how many colors of blue a jay really is? I counted five different tones of blue, from smoky blue grey to a stark bright blue.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Do you not hear the sounds I've made for you?
The distance hoot of a lonely barn owl, the chatter of the angry squirrel, and even the rustle of the field mouse under layers of brown leaves beneath your stand? Have you ever noticed how one crow can call in a dozen in a minute's time? Or there is never one angry blue-jay, but two or more? Have you ever heard a raccoon purr as it washed it's food in the creek nearby or the hiss of a possum to an attacking bird? Listen for the screech of the hawk as he circles above searching for that field mouse. Hear the wind in the empty branches and watch it tussle about the fallen leaves. Listen closely and I bet every one of you will hear sounds of human activity, no matter how far out in the county you hunt. But you can turn that out and listen only to that which surrounding you in nature.
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
Can you not smell the air and discover what is around you?
The musky smell of damp forest dirt drifts up past the odor of a dark green cedar that drips a strong sticky sap. Crushed bitter weed lingers where you walked into your stand. The breeze changes directions and you smell the Tinks you sprinkled on the trail or is that the odor of a rutting buck's hocks you are sniffing as he approaches your stand?
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
I put you there for a reason, stay put and you will know what is in store for you
Ah, ok, so there IS a purpose I sit here in the wind and cold, damp to the bone. Not just the beauty of the things He has created before me to see, smell and hear, but another purpose perhaps?
A rustle of leaves to my left catches my attention. Turkeys! It is almost time to leave the stand after the morning and here I have got turkeys coming in around me. I checked them all out and all were beardless. No fun in watching a bunch of hens, noisy old bitties. I'd spent a lot of time in this stand with nothing else to watch but them. Fly down, feed, chatter, fight, fly up again, same thing almost every day. Don't dare let them know you are there.
Ooops, one saw me turn my head. They all stretch their necks in my direction, then begin to return to where they came from. Well good, I say to myself, I can get outta here without a racket. Seconds past, and something bigger caught my eye.
I turned back to see a nice little six point right in the middle of them puttin old hens! He had come from their place and was standing in midist of them looking around. The turkeys went back and he came forward. I eased my gun into readiness. Closer he came. If I take this little basket racked buck, it would be my last on a rifle tag. I pondered, but just for a moment...
Dear God, why am I up in this tree?
It is your choice, I've brought you the opportunity you desired. His body is large, his rack is perfect and I knew you would like him.
I brought him in so close you surely can't miss at thirty yards.
I put the iron sights on his chest but he would not stand still for a shot. So I gave him some lead.
That is pronounced leeeeeeeead. And as I pulled the trigger, I saw in the same instant, the bullet tear up the dirt just in front of his chest! He about turned a flip, doubled back on rotating hooves and was gone back where ever those turkeys were.
Dear God.....thank you for allowing me this morning to enjoy this wonderful world you have made for us. Also, thank you for putting me here in this tree so that I might enjoy it just a tad more.
And with that, I climbed down, went to the tore up dirt and dug my mushroomed bullet from the earth. After an extended search, no blood was to be found. But I got that bullet. I suppose I will save it for a keepsake as to acknowledge a wonderful time in the great outdoors and a good long talk with God. After all I did find out why I was really up in that tree.
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