Grandfather Miller’s Fox Hunt

Grandfather loved to hunt in his earlier years and many were the stories that he could tell about his hunting ventures. One story that I remember him telling was the time he went fox hunting.

After trudging through the woods for some time his dog finally picked up scent. The baying of the hound was music to Grandpa’s ears. He stood quite still as he listened to the melody of the hound gleefully giving rise to the instinct of his kind. Unlike his ancestors, hunger had nothing to do with the chase, but rather the excitement of the chase itself.

Grandpa listened intently as the feverish pitch of the bawling hound slowly faded in the distance. The dog meticulously picked his way through the underbrush and disappeared over the distant hills. Grandpa smiled to himself as he heard the canine’s voice fade. “Got to be a fox the way he’s heading away.”

Judging approximately where the fox would choose to pass by on his circuitous route to evade his pursuer, and knowing that it would take a while Grandpa found a place to relax where he could clearly see the activity of the chase. For a long time he listened to the chipping of the chipmunks and an occasional blue jay scolding at something in the distance. The gentle breeze carried the sound of conversation from a couple of crows as they made their way over the distant horizon. Suddenly in the distance he heard the faint sound of a dog barking.

Eagerly he strained into the wind to hear the melodrama. Slowly, ever so slowly, the baying of the dog drew closer. Suddenly he saw motion off to his side. Hardly daring to breathe he cautiously turned his head and saw a fox ambling warily along stopping every few minutes to listen to the dog in the distance. Grandpa’s adrenalin pumped overtime as he watched the fox’s antics.

The fox walked over to a tree that had blown over and with a deliberate effort climbed on it and made his way to the far end which was quite a good distance from the ground. He lifted his nose into the wind and keenly surveyed the countryside from his elevated position. Suddenly with a flying leap he hurled his body out into space clearing the many branches and landed on the ground a good distance away from the tree. Not missing a beat he ran merrily, seemingly unconcerned about the villain that was chasing him.

Grandpa watched as the dog, hot on the tracks of the fox, ran up to the windblown tree and barked treed. Grandpa was quite amused as the dog ran all around that tree bawling his head off. He never ran out quite far enough to catch the scent of the now long gone fox. Grandpa felt quite fortunate to be able to witness such a spectacle.

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Foggy Days

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Foggy days are friendly days. Fog forces you to look at things that are close. I like to think that everything else does not matter for the moment. Why are we always told that we need to see the big picture? The big picture can be confusing at times.

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The small picture is sometimes the best one. Don’t you agree?

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Maybe once in a while we should be satisfied to slow down and enjoy this moment rather than having to speed ahead at a vein bursting 130 PSI. Let’s let a little air out of our lives.

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Don’t fill your palette with yearning for things beyond your reach. Fill it with something original, something symmetrical and orderly. Fill it with something constant and functional. Sometimes you have to wait for it, and sometimes you have to go get it. Learn to enjoy what you meet. It is waiting for you to enjoy. Do you see it?

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Don’t curse the fog. Maybe God gave us fog to force us to slow down. Think what we miss when we speed across time. I might not have noticed this tree and the sheep in the background if it had been a sunny day. This tree does not need leaves to be beautiful. Neither does it need sunshine. Learn to enjoy life without sunshine!

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No speed here. A leisurely walk down the road misses nothing. What a fun time to walk down the road with your family. look at nature, talk about God, have family time. Make happy memories.

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Dead leaves liven up the scenery as they seemingly float at eye level. Aren’t they beautiful? Maybe some leaves have to remain on the trees throughout winter to give us another perspective of beauty.

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As we go through the fog enjoying what is ahead, the light of our adventures show others where we have been. Consider being a pioneer, leading others through the dimness of the future. Have purpose. Go carefully and thoughtfully. Keep moving. Invite others to follow.

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You can never tell what is ahead. It might not be clear, but if you look intently you will always see something. About the only time you will miss anything important in life is when you look into a mirror. Forget the mirror. Look around. Look carefully. You will see it.

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Watch for the fog. When it comes rolling in look carefully. If you have to, do not hesitate to go higher. Look around. What a wonderful place. What a wonderful time. The fog teaches us to enjoy the closeness of life. Slow down. Look around. Be blessed!