The Season of Time
As I sit here in my tree stand, I can’t help but admire how beautiful the fall Kansas woods are. Fall came late this year, but as it has for each of my sixty-three years, it did arrive. One thing for certain, fall will always follow summer, winter will come on the heels of fall, and the other seasons will fall in line as well. As I sit this cool fall afternoon thinking about the passing of time, I do so with a heavy heart. Just last week, I attended the funeral of one of my good friend’s son. Life prepares us to bury our grandparents and parents, but not our children.
My buddy and I started pheasant hunting together over thirty years ago. When our boys got old enough, they started hunting with us. Man, we had some good times back then. We would get a kick out of how the boys would get so startled at the flush of the birds, and when they would shoot one, well, it just doesn’t get any better than that feeling! But the boys got older, and our lives got busier, and eventually, the annual pheasant hunts stopped. In fact, I don’t think we have hunted together in the last ten years.
Just like I continue to hunt with my kids, my friend continued to hunt with his kids. I enjoyed hearing about their successful hunts, and I’m sure he liked seeing pictures of my kids’ successes. Yet, although we talked about scheduling a hunt together, we never did. Now, that opportunity is gone forever.
If I sound a bit sentimental, it is because I am. Yes, I wish that we would have made time to get our families together for a hunt or two over the years. But, what I’m sad about is the thought that my buddy will never hunt with his son again.
This makes me think of the concept of time. I’ve decided that the fifth season is the season of time. It is the season of time that binds us, our families, our friends, the seasons, our dreams, and our lives together. As the seasons transition from one to the next, time continues to pass. We get older, and our season of time gets shorter. I guess I knew this all along, but as the sand in my hourglass is much smaller, it seems to matter more than before.
I know my buddy did not waste the season of time that he had with his son. I draw some comfort in that. As I watch the sun slowly fade in the western sky, my thoughts turn to my own season of time. There is still so much more that I want to accomplish. I want to take my grandkids on their first hunt. I’d like to kill another moose or two. I want to see Hunter Nation grow into a dominate force to protect our hunting lifestyle and heritage. I want to contribute in a big way to convince hunters that if they would just get out and vote their values, we could be the difference makers in upcoming elections, and ensure that America remains a free, God loving nation. Most important, I don’t want to waste one minute of the remaining season of time that I have with my beautiful wife, Jeanne, and my wonderful family and friends.
My prayer today is that you enjoy all the seasons, but never forget your own season of time!
I dedicate this story to the memory of Justin Stubbs.
Founder/CEO of Hunter Nation