Monday, February 6, 2012

Walk where they walk and you'll see what they see.

With the course fast approaching I took advantage of an amazing day of sunshine and fairly mild temperatures.  With lots of preparation still to do to ensure that all of the course logistics are in place I opened up the cabin, looked around and realized - it's all ready !

So with that, I collected an arm full of wood, some tinder and with trusty fire starter in hand I walked away from the cabin and into the bush.

Within a few minutes I had the fire going in front of the instructional shelter we set up for the course.  With grand plans to refine and add to the project I found myself quickly distracted by the sight of a snowshoe hare.  I paused and watched as this amazingly quiet and efficient animal made its way through the bush pausing to look around and scout out its next move.

As the hare travelled out of my sight I realized what an amazing moment that was.  A friend and mentor of mine once said "If you want to see what they see - Then walk where they walk."

With that in mind I began wandering the trail until I found a fresh "Bunny Highway".  I stepped off the trail and followed the highway through the bush until I found a junction that was littered with tracks, both fresh and forgotten.  I gazed around until I found the perfect location to sit, look, listen and smell.

It was here that I got to see what they saw.  I got to sense what they sense.  I got to respect what they respect.  At the junction of the "Rabbit Highway" was track evidence of the hare, the fox, the coyote and some wild birds.  I felt in that moment that I was one of them.  I was mesmerized by the bush, the suns rays and the cool breeze as it whipped through the bush.

After 30 minutes or so of taking it all in I decided to depart back to the shelter to clean up for the day.  However, that plan quickly changed as the swooping sound of a large wing span filled my ears and powered my senses.  Landing no more than 30 feet from me was a lone, beautiful and majestic snowy owl.  I sat and stared in amazement.  I dared not move for fear that he would leave.

Amazed at how his colours provided camouflage for him in the perch of that tree.  After a few moments it dawned on me what that snowy owl was doing in that location.  I felt blessed to have been right there, right then, it that place where the wild animals cross.  I was amazed at his hunting instincts and his knowledge of the bush.  He was at that junction to hunt.

It is truly amazing what you see, hear, smell and sense when you turn off the technology and travel into the great Canadian wilderness.

Walk where they walk and you'll see what they see !

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