Bowhunting, this is my way of being, my way of life, my way of saying how I am. The need is internal. The happiness to hunt with a bow is immense and irresistible. When I bowhunt, I feel live, I feel that I am part of the earth, that I am part of nature, that I am part of life itself. Hunting, it is a part of what I am. I am a bowhunter.
I can't recognize me otherwise. I am not part of these cities and villages built on concrete and asphalt. I need wide open spaces and fresh air to breathe and think.
And these things do not exist in the cities and towns. These things are elsewhere, in the hills and mountains, in the trees and wild forests, in streams and rivers. I am a bowhunter.
Sometimes you will see me near a brook that tweets, as do girls playing outside. Then at the edge of the forest, listening to the rustling of the wind in the trees and the singing of birds.
Nature continually speaks to us but no one has time to listen, because life goes too fast and 100 at a time it hears more nothing.
Over the years, I found my balance, my territory, my place. Proud and athletic but crafty, cautious and nervous, I am unpredictable and inscrutable. I live in the world of instinct, in the world of sounds and scents. I am a bowhunter.
I revolves around your urban world and you don't see me. I don't want to annoy especially not you. I'm just trying to live my life without disturbing anyone. When I disapear, you will see even not as a cunning Hunter leaves no trace nor scent.
It was the opinion of the blogger in this may 22, 2015.
André Nanook Simard
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