A Way To See The World

To Look Through A Hunter’s Eyes

 

 

Bowhunter Pat Hayes dressed in full camo camoflage with headnet, lies in wait for elk while hiding behind a rock with arrows and bow in northwestern colorado. Photo by Michael Patrick McCarty
I Shall Wait Forever, Watching…Photo by Michael Patrick McCarty

 

Greetings From The High Rocky Mountains,

My name is Michael Patrick McCarty, and I wish to welcome you to our online sporting journal, and to our little window of the world. It holds a dazzling view that can change with the seasons and beckons us to roam as far as the eye can see.

Plainly said, my family history sports a long list of colorful characters; free thinkers and independent cusses who lived and made their livings’ close to the earth. Most of them were hunters and fishermen too.

I really can’t remember when I was not a hunter, because before I was one I wanted to be one. It’s in my blood and within my nature, and I can say without apology that I was surely born that way. It’s a good thing to know, as it is a simple fact that it is important to embrace the foundations of who you are and where you come from.

Most of all it can be said that I see everything through a hunter’s eyes.

It is not something that I can change, and I wouldn’t if I could . The fish and game animals that we pursue are great and wondrous gifts from the creator of all things, and should never be taken for granted. It is a privilege and an honor to follow their trail. To know that puts a certain spin on things.

These gifts I accept, and in so doing I owe a debt of gratitude which I plan to pay. Within this acceptance lies an opportunity to learn, to write and to teach, to give back, and wonder…and to see each other as part of something much bigger than ourselves.

I am hunter, and in that I am always exactly where I need to be, …be it near, or far, from home.

Thankfully, the place of the moment is often filled with wild fowl suspended in cloudless blue skies, or with broad-tailed fish below, hovering ghost-like amidst the rushing waters.

No doubt you can see them too. You’ve made it this far.

Enjoy!

 

Michael Patrick McCarty

Active Member of The Outdoor Writers Association of America

 

THROUGH A HUNTER’S EYES:  A JOURNAL OF WILD GAME, FIGHTING FISH, AND GRAND PURSUIT

 

Pat Hayes glasses for elk on an archery hunt on Red Table Mountain in Western Colorado during the early 1980's. Photo by Michael Patrick McCarty
Glassing For Elk On A Crisp, September Morning. Photo by Michael Patrick McCarty

 

 

“Rich, ‘the Old Man said dreamily, ‘is not baying after what you can’t have. Rich is having the time to do what you want to do. Rich is a little whiskey to drink and some food to eat and a roof over your head and a fish pole and a boat and a gun and a dollar for a box of shells. Rich is not owing any money to anybody, and not spending what you haven’t got.” – Robert Ruark, The Old Man’s Boy Grows Older

“If in a single day we smell coffee, dawn, gun oil, powder, a wet dog, woodsmoke, bourbon, and the promise of a west wind for a fair tomorrow – and it’s possible for us to reek “happy” – that’s just what we will do”. – Gene Hill, A Hunter’s Fireside Book, 1972

“In my mind’s eye I see a mystical creature walking in a frost covered autumn meadow. I see young elk calves frolicking and playing tag on the green grass of summer, some with light spots on their skin. I see hunting camps and friends, animated and laughing. I see tired men sweating under heavy loads of meat and horn, winded and worn out from a hard day, but energized. I see steaks sputtering on a hot aspen fire, with good, smoky whiskey and cold, clear, creek water to wash it down. I see a young boy, now a man, describing his first kill while beaming with a grin so wide that it fills the sky. I see a father standing behind a boy who is so proud that he can not speak, but says it all with one look. I see more than I can comprehend. I do not have the words. I see way too much, and maybe not nearly enough”. – Michael Patrick McCarty, From Sacred Ground

“Time is the hunter of all men, and no one knows that better than us. Death is certain, for prey, or predator. For the hunt never ends, and we know where we’re going. In that we are never lost, both in life, or death. To the end, brothers all.” – Michael Patrick McCarty

 

See the Catalog for Michael Patrick McCarty, Bookseller HERE

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A Journal of Wild Game, Fighting Fish, and Grand Pursuit