This is an old friend of mine. He's been on this farm as long as I have. Over 6 years now. He lost his eye last year in a fight and we were not sure if we'd see him again this year.
But here he is.
Looking as beautiful as ever.
He's like a spirit... when I am least expecting it, he shows himself to me and I suppose it feels like a person might feel in Church, or when they are praying, like there is something more than us watching over us, like there is always a reason for hope.
He reminds me how wonderful life is, and how amazing nature is.
He stops when I call his name, and he looks back at me.
I saw him before the trail camera did the other day. I likely won't see him again until long after hunting season, he always disappears in the fall. But so far, year after year, he always comes back.