It's not uncommon for owners of hunting dogs, to have a love of animals, even the wild ones. Being out with our dogs, brings us closer to other wildlife.
We see hawks soar overhead, deer with their fawns, and even little finches with tiny straw to make a nest.
We become very selective in the game we take. Last week I saw a coyote come out of the woods, 20 yards in from of the dogs. Yesterday it was a bobcat, making it's way across the foggy field. While these are both known predators. My first thought is not to kill them. As long as they do not cause a problem. I would rather they be left, and possibly cross my path again one day. There is a beauty in seeing something truly wild, that I would not want to lose.
While I've been a hunter most of my life. I have also hand fed baby dove, and other baby birds. Raised baby squirrels, and racoon. These were because something had happened to the mother, or the nest had blown to the ground.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Life is just a leap of faith.
Spread your arms and hold your breath and always trust your cape.
Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.