Black Powder Hunting in Narnia

I just stepped in the door from an exciting afternoon adventure. I’m still hunting for our winters table fare with a black powder rifle. I think I was in Narnia, somehow, maybe. I even brought the camera.

I held the gun ready after a ruffled grouse sailed straight at me and set down in front of the deer stand looking back clucking and jerking her tail. I figured a deer had spooked the bird and was coming my way. I was probably right but the big doe came an hour later as silent as a ghost in the new snow. This is Narnia I thought. Wild life could appear and disappear so quickly I couldn’t grab the camera fast enough. I opted to hang unto the gun instead. There are bucks hanging in the area. Bucks big enough for my hand to fit in the tracks they seem to drag through the snow. At least the does make a clean track by picking up their feet.

I think I have found Narnia. The portal is a frame of mind. The wonderment frame to be exact. I thought I had been there before as it was familiar.

I walked out in the dark with my headlamp and millions of crystals pretending to be eyes peering back at me. A funny thought crossed my mind as I saw my parked car at the woods edge and Narnia morphed instantly into the woods I have hunted from my first gun. I think it’s easier to find God than Narnia, all that takes is faith, and not much of it.                                              Gary