August 8, 3013
One mid-summer day I was walking along, aimlessly, on a wooded trail, just enjoying
the outdoors and the lovely weather day. When I stopped to take a breather, I happened
to look up in a tree and saw the remains of a rustic tree-stand...that had seen it better days.
As I gazed upward, I wondered to whom it belonged (or had) belonged to in
days gone by. Could the person have been deceased and possible be viewing the same
tree-stand, except from a different angle? Maybe the property
had changed hands and no longer afforded access to the hunter. Either way,
I knew it held memories, stories told countless times, and maybe, just maybe,
the story of the deer walking under it that was the brute of a lifetime.
Someday, hopefully, I will meet the inhabitant
that graced its presence, and hear the tales of days gone by.