THE EVENING RISE
There are attributes of my outdoor pursuits that tend to affect me more than others. They are those certain little things that continue to draw me in. It's the parts of the outdoors that one can only experience by actually "being" there. Such as the first early morning gobble of a Wild Turkey in response to the soft yelps of my slate call. It never fails to make my heart rate increase and the hair on my arms come to life.