I went hunting this week. The other hunters thought I was crazy, they would rather sit around next to a warn fire talking about the spring than trudge through the snow. I can’t blame them, I enjoy a warm fire as much as the next guy. It’s not like I need the money, I have enough to make it through the winter. No, it has more to do with town. Now again, don’t get me wrong, Maple Grove is a great place. There is no other town I would rather be in, it’s just I like being in the woods more.

Do I like a sleeping bag more than I do a big feather comforter? I think the answer is, “They are two very different things and I can’t pick between them.” What I like about being in the woods, especially during the winter, is the quietness. When I’m sitting in an inn, with people talking all around me, with the clinking of dishes, and the sliding of chair feet across the wood floor, it is hard for me to think. When I’m in a snow covered meadow there are no man-made sounds to distract me. I can be amazed by what God has created and allow myself to think.

Now before you accuse me of just being antisocial and running off on some personal retreat, there is another reason that I like to go hunting in the winter. When the snow is on the ground, the rabbits are all wearing their white fur. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I think white fur is the best.