I always like the deer huntin' season, especially the bow & arrow season. Its all about sitting quietly and its a great time to just be quiet and think. I can't watch TV, listen to the MP3 or read a newspaper because I have to hear what's coming to me. Usually, its all over very quickly. A branch breaks, leaves crunch or the deer blows, instantly I am completely alert. My head and eyes slowly move towards the sound and I wait, looking for any movement in the shadows and leaves. Then, there it is, moving slowly toward me, a deer, my quarry, the object of my hunt. One or two minutes out of hours, and then its over. I slowly stand, trying not to make any noise, slowly pulling the bow string until at full draw, waiting, then aiming, a little behind the shoulder and..... and..... and..... he senses something, a slight whiff of my scent, bringing all his senses to bear! One more step and I can release my straining muscles and claim my prize but no..... no...... no! He's gone, gone to live another day. Its quiet again and in a moment I wonder if it all really happened and I think, what could I have done differently. But there is nothing, he has just beaten me and that's all there is to it. And now I sit quietly and think. What a beautiful evening it is and its good to be alive. Thank God for His wonderful Grace.