. . . 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
Some Recent Winter Pics.
Results from another day of shed hunting. Heavy 3x3 set, last years 5 point, and a little 4.
Scruffy Mule deer buck enjoying the late winter sun. Photo by my Mother Connie Cox
Six point shed. A deer was watching me when I found this shed, you can see it between the forks.
The deer were everywhere while I was shed hunting last Sunday. This whitetail was in no hurry to get out of my way, and slinked around in the brush as I passed by.
Elk, Deer, and Turkey's sharing the field in front of my Mother's house. Kamiah valley in the background, a rough place to have to live.
Results from another day of shed hunting. Heavy 3x3 set, last years 5 point, and a little 4.
Scruffy Mule deer buck enjoying the late winter sun. Photo by my Mother Connie Cox
Six point shed. A deer was watching me when I found this shed, you can see it between the forks.
The deer were everywhere while I was shed hunting last Sunday. This whitetail was in no hurry to get out of my way, and slinked around in the brush as I passed by.
Elk, Deer, and Turkey's sharing the field in front of my Mother's house. Kamiah valley in the background, a rough place to have to live.
Turkey's in the Fog, Kamiah Valley.
My Cousin Joes kids and their shed horn they found.
Whitetail on the Southfork
Elk on the Southfork
A nice winter day of Firewood cutting, Red River.
Ice crystals growing out of the Snow near Red River
Eagle on the Southfork.
Shed Horn
Donny and his coyote.
2 comments:
Great pictures, especially enjoy being familiar with that area. Good Stuff.
always look forward to seeing more pictures from you!...one key ingrediant to getting good pics is to get youself out there...and you and your family do a good job of that!
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