There are plenty of birds still, swirling through the skies like some avian snowstorm. We have had a terrific season at Meadow Brook Game Farm – the pheasant, quail, and chukar hunting have been great. There have been many happy hunters. The season, however, is nearing its end in mid to late March.
I cannot express how rewarding it is to see the smiles on all the hunters’ faces, as they bring down some good-looking birds. You can just see the stress slip out of their bodies. Each hunter is consumed by the ecstasy of the wilderness, breathing in that unwilted air, having rejuvenation wash over every inch of the body. It is an experience like no other, bringing us closer to our ancestors. Although some care not to admit it, hunting is an inseparable part of the human experience. It is our DNA. It is the palpitation that stirs our hearts into action.
It is nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of American life. When you are out in nature, hot on the trail of an animal, the economy does not matter. Your job and the grind of family does not matter either. It is life – just you and the stripped-down world or, as Jack London puts it, “I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.” Well said Mr. London. On a hunting trip with Meadow Brook Game Farm, you are a superb meteor. Better than being a sleepy and permanent planet, isn’t it?