As I walked the lane, I checked the brush that bordered the west property line creating a fence row. Nothing. No rabbits and, surprisingly, no visible tracks. So I head into the woods along the lane that becomes more of a trail. I pause after only a few steps, just far enough to feel like I’ve entered the realm of the forest. Now it’s time to hunt.

Actually, it seem like more of an investigation. Before I take another step, I check every tree I can see from top to bottom, looking a little closer at the trees with nests. I’m checking across the ground, at downed logs, and at brush piles. The brush piles might also hold rabbits so they warrant a little extra attention as well. Not only am I searching specifically for squirrel and rabbit, I’m also looking for anything out of place. Over the years of hunting, birding, and wildlife photography, you learn to look for those things just don’t fit as they are often times the antlers of deer, ears of rabbits, or tufts of squirrel tails. The entire time I’m scanning the woods, I’m very careful to use my peripheral vision to detect movement. I’m also listening for chatter and rustling.

It didn’t take long after donning my gear and heading down the lane toward the woods to realize just how much I enjoy the whole process of an outdoor endeavor. It doesn’t matter whether it is hunting, fly fishing, camping, outdoor photography, or any other pursuit. I get excited from the anticipation of what is coming up through the moment you kick back in your recliner at home feeling like you did something worthwhile that day.

It starts with anticipation. Just thinking about walking through the woods, locating my prey, and placing a well-aimed shot, helps get the ball rolling. Then I begin wondering what vegetables and spices I might put in the stew, and weather I should make biscuits or homemade bread to go with it. Either way, I’m going to have a hearty meal. Okay, my motivation is plenty fueled so it’s time to start taking action.