Through the eyes of the hunt....

The lightly tap of the trk door as it closed
We started the walk up the mountain
The heavy darkness of the night
Still in the sky......

Owls off in the distance
With their hoot's of voice.......

Only our flashlights
Paint a picture of our walk
In darkness forward......

As we crested the top
Daybreak starts to appear
I see the still morning dews
Laying on the trees and logs of cuts past.....

The colors of the meadows down below
With mostly greens with golden tints of autumn
Refreshed my spirit
Of my country past......

As I gaze,I see a fog in the valley
Starting to rise
It blankets the valley floor
Wrapping the tree tops
As it climbs higher to the sky
Trees disappear with a carpet of white.......

The only sounds are of the Canada Geese
All in formation as they fly by
With their cackle of sound.......

As I watched the Evergreens
Standing ever so still
I take notice of a spider
In his web of magic
The sunlight reflecting it's soft whites of lace 
Waiting in patience for his next meal .......

As the fog finally drifts away
As the moisture draws towards the heavens above
I look up to see the blue sky
Of riffle whites of clouds here and there.......

Hours have past,we know its time
Time for our walk back down the mountain.......

Darkness has disappeared hours ago
Light brings on the mountain's beauty
Showing off it's yellows,oranges and greens.......

Birds jumping from tree to tree
Branch to branch
Singing their songs of delight.......

The old logging roads
Full of weeds
Blackberry vines
Flowing over your boots........

The odd game trails are spotted
Footprints of deer,elk and other game.......

As we level to the flats
Farm houses appear
Cattle and horses in pastures
The ranch dogs barking at anything that moves.......

As we open the doors to the trk
Our equipment pours in
Buckle up and away we go......

With memories of the lasting
Morning we enjoyed.......


Michael VanDyke @ Oct.27th 2014