. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Dustins 20 inch Whitetail
His luck Continues, maybe a little skill and determination also, but mostly luck.
Shot this 19 3/4 wide 4 point whitetail yesterday at 630 yards! The pictures really don't do this big old bruiser justice. He was as big bodied as any Mule Deer I have ever taken Shot him at 10:30 Am and loaded him in the truck at 5:00 PM. Dad always said packing them out was the easy part but I'm not sure about this guy!
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