Bow Hunting Offers Peace and Tranquility

Hunting is a quiet sport. People who don’t hunt — particularly those who don’t bow hunt — can’t comprehend the absolute peace and solitude one discovers at an early morning hour in a tree stand.

It is fascinating to watch the world wake up. The forest is dead quiet. Not a sound to be heard anywhere. Then the sky goes from black to slightly gray and the tiniest birds — the wrens and kinglets — are the first to greet the morning. Rudely awakened, the crows begin to stir along with any turkeys that may have been flushed the previous evening. Cawing and clucking breaks the silence and the morning’s first light now begins to ooze among the trees. Boisterous squirrels begin their day with a good scratching behind their ears and a bold leap to a nearby limb. Occasionally the honking of a flock of geese can be heard in the distance as the elegant birds move from a cool pond to a nearby grain field.

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