Back to my Roots
©Tim Tipton 2021 Genesis 27:3 Now therefore take, I pray you, your weapons, your quiver and your bow, and go out to the field, and take me some venison ; I can still remember it like it was yesterday, though it is going on 30 years. It was a balmy, Indian summer day, the kind that can bring a type of joy to the heart of an outdoorsman in late November in Kentucky. An almost perfect day to be afield with a recurve bow and a quiver of arrows. I was with my father-in-law Danny, bow hunting a small section of land on the outskirts of a little Kentucky town. The Thanksgiving holiday had passed two days prior, marking the unofficial start to the late archery season. It was getting on toward lunchtime and my stomach was letting me know. I had been in the woods for about six hours but hadn’t seen a deer. I decided to still-hunt my way back to the truck to meet my father-in-law and decide what we were going to do about food. ...