The Hunt for Life

Hunting. Of all the mediums for adventure that I could write about and share with others, why hunting? Simply put, it is something that I am immensely passionate about, and it’s one of the oldest traditions of our ancestors. It is a combination of several things that I love.

Hunting is wild and adventurous. It pushes me to my limits. It tests me in ways that nothing else can. It challenges me.

It makes me a better man.

I come from a long line of hunters. I guess you could call it one of my family’s legacies. Not that they were all listed in Pope and Young’s record books or anything, but the tradition of hunting has been passed down from generation to generation. It’s one that I look forward to passing to my own children. I remember, somewhere about 8 years old, learning to shoot my Gramps’ .22 rifle. My grandparents lived about 13 hours from us, but we managed to visit often. If the weather was nice when we were visiting, we would all load up, with plenty of snacks and sodas, and head to the nearest piece of national forest where we could set up some targets. One by one, Gramps taught all of his grandkids how to shoot as they got old enough. He even bought me my first rifle, a .270 Winchester with a pump action. That rifle has spent many days and seasons in the woods, and has helped me harvest several deer. I think of my family every time I carry it.

A few years ago, though, I discovered bows (I know, I’m a little slow). Compound bows specifically. Hunting with a bow is kind of like hunting with a rifle, but better. It totally changes the encounter with big game. Some people call it a “more intimate” encounter with wildlife, but “more intimate” is not a strong enough phrase. Picture yourself at spitting distance from a large, mature whitetail buck. You’re at full draw. You can hear him breathing. Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest with adrenaline. Hunting with a compound has revolutionized the way I see hunting, my passion for it (I’m sure my wife can attest to that J), and my respect for the game pursued.

But, more than fun memories, hunting constantly creates opportunities for me to be fathered by God.


We all need fathering, and whether our earthly fathers did a good job or not, we all have questions in our hearts that only God can answer.

But, it takes breathing room for these questions to surface, and more breathing room for us to hear how God answers them.

Hunting is one of many ways that God initiates me and calls me up into the Larger Story.

It reminds me of who I am and Whose I am.

Which brings me to the reason for this blog… helping people discover who they are and come fully alive. Helping people pursue the passions of their heart while pursuing Jesus is what we are all about. I hope that by sharing my passions, experiences, and lessons learned along the way that I might inspire people to pursue their own passions and goals.

So, I’m going to document the process. Right here. For all to see.

We’ll cover everything from choosing the hunt to planning and

preparing to harvesting an animal.

Most of my focus will be on bow hunting, and I will be the first person to tell you that there are LOTS of people that know more than I do, and there’s a LOT that I don’t know. But, you will get my absolute honest opinion. What works and what doesn’t. What products I like and which ones failed miserably. I’ll share everything I learn along the way and hopefully inspire someone else to get out there.

For those of you out there that are experts in the bow hunting/hunting community, I definitely welcome your comments and input as you follow along on this journey. Your insight will be incredibly valuable. Not just for me, but for newcomers to the hunting world that are following along as well. And for the new guys, however I can help, please let me know. Ask questions. If I don’t have the answer, I’ll get it for you.

Let’s do this together.