When you think of a farm dog, you don’t typically think of an overweight beagle. Well, that overweight beagle would have most likely put the dog you’re thinking of to shame. (I’m biased of course.) The best way to describe her physical countenance was, “as big around as she was long.” She wasn’t the lean, Blue Heeler type, but that never stopped her.
We hunted hard. Glassing various set ups, rattling, and several spot and stalk efforts proved fruitless. By the time the evening sit came around, he was so tired. Dozing off from time to time in the stand, I finally asked him if he wanted to go back to the truck. He said, “No dad, I’m not leaving until I kill one.”
“All you gotta do is…” Don’t we love heroes? In the darkest hour, they shine bright. The history books praise their valor and we shower them with medals and gifts. They “stepped up”. I can remember one of my high-school football coaches railing on during a halftime pep-talk shouting, “Who is gonna be the hero?”
It’s OK! You can confess that you don’t have it all together, that life isn’t all right, and that you need someone to pray for you and with you.
I want my family to see that killing a deer or turkey doesn’t just give us food to eat and something to remember a hunt by.
Taking a pause to reflect on our blessings this time of year can help us set the tone for the year to come.