Post by broncbuster2 on Dec 28, 2007 17:36:29 GMT -5
Proverbs 27:17
As iron sharpens iron,
So a
man
sharpens the countenance of his friend.
(NKJV)
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Thoughts
Five minutes after five in the morning and it
was dark. All you could see was about a
couple of feet in front of
you. I was with a friend and ministry
partner as we
cautiously searched our way through the
darkness. We crossed a very shallow
creek and found the
clump of trees in the middle of the field.
Now it was
breaking light, and we could begin to see
shapes. We
slipped all our turkey decoys into position
and readied
ourselves. I gave the worst owl hoot in
history, but it
awakened the one we were looking for. A
big Tom
hammered out the gobbles from his
roost. He was
only fifty yards away. I started singing, in
my best hen voice, to the tune, "I'm
So Lonely". With every purr and yelp, the
big
Tom
answered with a gobble. Soon we heard
a few more
gobbles from other birds, and my friend
spotted some
Jakes sneaking in behind us. In his
impatience, he downed a Jake to finish his
morning. The
Tom was never heard from again. I would
have liked a chance at the big Tom;
but my
friend chose the Jake. His decision
proved to me that
our egos get in the way of what is truly
important. We
got to share the morning in the woods,
hearing God's
glory in a gobble. We shared the moment
of the
harvest and the joy of success. We now
share a story
of a hunt.
(DW)
Action Point
My friend moved away to be a missionary.
When I
call to ask about his ministry, family and his
hunting, I find that
we are still tied together by that memory.
We are
friends and that is why we hunt or fish
together, not
just for the trophy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sportsmen's Tip of the
Day
While calling to one turkey, remember that
another bird
may sneak in from another direction
without making a
sound. Remain completely still, because
you never
know where a turkey will come from.
As iron sharpens iron,
So a
man
sharpens the countenance of his friend.
(NKJV)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thoughts
Five minutes after five in the morning and it
was dark. All you could see was about a
couple of feet in front of
you. I was with a friend and ministry
partner as we
cautiously searched our way through the
darkness. We crossed a very shallow
creek and found the
clump of trees in the middle of the field.
Now it was
breaking light, and we could begin to see
shapes. We
slipped all our turkey decoys into position
and readied
ourselves. I gave the worst owl hoot in
history, but it
awakened the one we were looking for. A
big Tom
hammered out the gobbles from his
roost. He was
only fifty yards away. I started singing, in
my best hen voice, to the tune, "I'm
So Lonely". With every purr and yelp, the
big
Tom
answered with a gobble. Soon we heard
a few more
gobbles from other birds, and my friend
spotted some
Jakes sneaking in behind us. In his
impatience, he downed a Jake to finish his
morning. The
Tom was never heard from again. I would
have liked a chance at the big Tom;
but my
friend chose the Jake. His decision
proved to me that
our egos get in the way of what is truly
important. We
got to share the morning in the woods,
hearing God's
glory in a gobble. We shared the moment
of the
harvest and the joy of success. We now
share a story
of a hunt.
(DW)
Action Point
My friend moved away to be a missionary.
When I
call to ask about his ministry, family and his
hunting, I find that
we are still tied together by that memory.
We are
friends and that is why we hunt or fish
together, not
just for the trophy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sportsmen's Tip of the
Day
While calling to one turkey, remember that
another bird
may sneak in from another direction
without making a
sound. Remain completely still, because
you never
know where a turkey will come from.