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 Deer season has changed a lot for Jasper over the many years he's
been at it.
As a kid, he couldn't wait until he was old enough to get a
license, because he wanted to bring a buck home to show his family.
Not just any buck, either, but a big one.
As a young man, he wanted to see how many hunting seasons he
could have in one year: duck, goose, quail, pheasant, deer, about
anything that moved.
As a middle-aged man, he turned to the technology of hunting and
wanted to learn about the newest gizmo that would make you quiet,
make you invisible, make you irresistible to deer.
But things are different these days. Oh, Jasper still enjoys
going through all the outdoor magazines and catalogs, and each year
he orders some new gizmo that guarantees to bring home the meat. But
he just chuckles at them, even as he orders them.
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Hunting, to him, means a reattachment to nature, a return to his
roots. It is a time to see if his personal skills are still
adequate. It is also a time to sit on a ridge and look around and
appreciate what is there. And if what isn't there happens to be a
deer, well, that's all right, too.
Venison isn't getting any easier to pack back to camp after all
these many seasons, either.
But there is something in the hunt, something in being allowed to
silently stalk the nameless essence of fall, something in moving in
near invisibility. There is something.
Sometimes it's just nice to go out there and see what happens.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
Brought to you by "Ol’ Max Evans: The First
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