Six Bucks and Counting
From the driver's seat with my cell phone camera. |
By Brenda Black
Some guys pride themselves in being
“chick magnets.” Well, I can top that! I attract the bucks. Now
either these massive, gorgeous fellas are helplessly drawn by the
Jovan Musk scent I'm wearing or they know I'm not packing a gun. Six
times in the past week, I've come nearly nose to nose with Missouri's
regal rack-bearing cervine. Granted a couple of the golden giants
have been in full-tilt flight and 75 yards away, but the ones I've
seen so near I could chuck a rock, have caused me to stop and marvel.
Standing at the fence, face to face. Oh for my good camera that would have reflected the nearness and beauty of this big buck. |
Most die-hard deer hunters this past
week got up on gusty and frigid mornings and traipsed through the
dark to climb 20 feet into the air, and sit on a metal seat the size
of a postage stamp. I, on the other hand, have been enjoying deer
scenery during a drive or country jog and while gazing out the window
of my heated, ground-level office.
The most recent encounter had me
chuckling. There he lay, in plain site, not 40 yards from me. After
the double take, I stopped the car and put her in reverse. He never
moved. He just lay there chewing his cud and sunning. I rolled down
my window and lifted the only proof-maker in my possession – the
camera on my cell phone. Since he didn't budge, I thought maybe he
was wounded. Curiosity opened the car door and I stepped up a short
embankment, barely camouflaged by a scrawny cedar and some straggling
brush. I did not creep. I just walked up to the fence line as if to
greet a backyard neighbor. He looked me over, kept chewing his cud
while a snapped and saved a few more shots. Finally, he decided it
was time to stand. We assessed one another for a smattering of
seconds before he trotted slowly, and quite without injury, into the
timber. Thank You, God! How beautiful and priceless.
His casual exit. I cannot explain his lack of panic, nor can I explain why my cell phone made the picture blue. |
Now, I say this with the utmost
respect for Missouri's outdoor sportsmen. The contents of my freezer
and the trophy mounts from successful hunts by my sons are evidence I
believe in the legal harvest of venison. But this time, in radiant
daylight, along a gravel road, it was not about a kill, but about
life.
Life: it comes and goes. We change and
grow. It aches and achieves; grieves and adores. Life as we know it
never is certain. And life is filled with blessings and curses.
While I've been counting bucks this past week, I've been counting the
cost of decisions I make and counting the days as fleeting and
fragile. Though I'd like to lie in the sun and feel no threat as Mr.
Buck did, I know that life is short and the world is not such a safe
place. But there is something to be said for quiet confidence in the
midst of uncertain times. And to this buck who acted brave and calm
in the height of firearm season, I'd like to say, “Thanks for
modeling such a noble attitude.”
“In you, O Lord, I have taken
refuge; let me never be put to shame. Rescue me and deliver me in
your righteousness; turn your ear to me and save me. Be my rock of
refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for
you are my rock and my fortress. Deliver me, O my God, from the hand
of the wicked, from the grasp of evil and cruel men. For you have
been my hope, O Sovereign Lord, my confidence since my youth. From
birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother's
womb. I will ever praise you... But as for me, I will always have
hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your
righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its
measure.” (Psalm 71:1-6, 14-15)
With what days I am given, I hereby
profess I will spend as many as possible soaking up the SON and
chewing on the Word of God with quiet confidence. I'm counting on
the truth that God knows all and God knows best. And sometimes He
gives us the most unusual peace so we can lie down and just rest, no
matter the circumstances.
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