It was the perfect day to hunt. The sky was clear and nothing stood in the way of the sun being able to penetrate the deep Michigan woods. The wind was non-existent, and the leaves screamed whenever they were underfoot. It was peak rut and conditions for bagging a monster whitetail on this day were ideal, after all a half dozen doe were already spilling into the surrounding woods. A hunter couldn't ask for better circumstances.
My tree stand gave me a vantage point in which to watch all
“All God’s giants have been weak men who did great things for God because they reckoned on His being with them.” – J.H. Taylor
Throughout time God has chosen weak men to do great things for Him. These men did not consider themselves worthy of serving a mighty God. They usually came from humble beginnings, ordinary circumstances, and filled with all kinds of insecurities, fears and doubts. These were average men, who woke up everyday to the same old
Under any other situation being strapped to a tree twenty feet in the air would be considered a form of torture, but for the hunter the tree stand is a place of comfort. It is a refuge from the mundane and a fortress for the beleaguered and a place of solitude for those who want to connect with God in His creation. It is a place of meeting; a sanctuary.
I have been bow hunting for thirty one years, ascending the rungs every fall. It may seem monotonous, but it is varied, different every time ...