I have never actually gone hunting but this Labor Day I had the pleasure of visiting one of these little hole in the wall hunt clubs in Hilliard. It was man land all the way and I soaked it up.
It was only tidy where it needed to be and all the corners had stuff rotting away in them just to make us feel right at home. There was no civilizing influence from the women folk and the relaxing atmosphere was through and through.
It had a well worn wooden floor that was just right for my bare feet.
We didn’t go hungry!
We did very important stuff in the woods
We made lots of noise and put holes in things.
Then we cooled off in the St. Mary River!
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
(Romans 12:1-2)
