The 2019 Montana archery season is winding down. A summation of this season using one word: humbling.
After the previous two seasons of calling in 350” and 370” bulls, this year crushed my falsely built pride. I got one shot opportunity and I botched it. I underestimated the yardage and overthought the shot. That was my one chance.
Archery elk hunting is hard. It’s not for the faint of heart or someone committed only halfway. It’s also not for those seeking immediate gratification and success. It’s not a place to put your identity. Why? Because, like me, you will fail more often than not.
Don’t get so wrapped around the axle of filling your tag that you miss why you should really be out there. You should be out there because you love to be. I would say that is a good outlook on life in general. I say all this because these are the thoughts I am wrestling through this fall as I face my failure this season. I tend to put my identity in my success and failures in life. Success or failure is never the place for one's identity.
We had awesome experiences this season and a few very close encounters with worked up bulls. I am thankful for the opportunity we have here in America to continue an ageless tradition. For what I believe to be the better, I exit archery and enter rifle season with my pride crushed. I say the better because there is no room for pride in life. This September reminded me that anything I have comes from God and anything I succeed or fail in should be for his praise and glory; not my own.
Everything in life shapes us. Hunting is not life, but hunting is more than just hunting. Nothing good comes easy.