diamondback

OK, I have been told that I need a new blog post. And, frankly, I probably do.
But really, is it just me or is the blogging phenomenon not the most narcissistic, self-indulgent technology in the universe? I mean, does anyone really care that I woke up late and didn't floss this morning?
Granted, I'm pretty anti-social by nature so perhaps I am just projecting that discomfort on the blogosphere. But, I digress...

What can I tell you? The biggest event in my life recently was that I managed to bag my first deer this weekend while hunting in the mountains. Sorry, there are no pictures. Both my brother and I agreed that taking a triumphant photo with the animal I just killed is kind of macabre. That is not what hunting is about for us. I will never have an animal head hanging on my wall. But, I do feel a certain sense of transition, like I have somehow gone through a right-of-passage. There is something primal about physically acquiring and gutting one's own food. Believe it or not, I actually feel a bit closer to the earth now. Like I really am more a part of the circle-of-life, as it were.

Honestly, the entire event was a bit surreal. I am still kind of going over it in my head. I have some mixed feelings about it but, over all, I think it is OK.