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Brian Pullam the Trail Of Life

Yesterday while watching some talk show on television I decided to put on some shoes and go in the woods. (There is a large patch of woods by my house and like to go in it frequently.) I stopped by my friend Jon's house but he said he didn't feel like going. So I went by myself. As I walked down a trail I started to remember all the good times I had in those woods. Like the time we made a fort out of trees. Or the time we all decided to go fishing and got bored so we decided to climb a few tress when my friend Jon found a tree that didn't want him in it and well, lets just say Jon thinks twice before climbing into a tree.

As I started further down the trail I herd the buzzing of a bee. This reminded me of the time we thought it would be fun to show a few yellow jackets who was boss. And they won! It seamed like only yesterday that all this had taken place, when actually it was over a period of 6 years.

Further still down the trail I kicked over a log and saw a few beetles scatter. I remembered the time we found about 30 beetles and salamanders, rounded them all up and decided to go scare a few girls. Our little escapade ended up in 30 lost beetles and a few bruises on our arms.

As I came to the end of the trail I sat down on a log at the top of a ditch. I could see the creek flowing and as usual I could see a few buzzards over head. As I sat and remembered the past, and listened to the woods around me. A light bulb went on in my head. If there is one thing that you can compare to life it would have to be the woods. Here is how I see it.

In the woods there is a trail. The trail may be wide and easy to follow or it could be small and dim. But there is a trail. Sometimes we may feel lost in the woods, but we never really are. We may come across objects on the trail that block our path, but we need to go around these objects. Some may venture off the trail never to return. But you need to keep your head up so you don't get smacked by a branch. There is always a beginning and an end to a trail, weather we like it or not; but don't forget a trail is just that, it's a trail and we need to make the most of it. Just like life.

Brian Pullam, brian@bowhunting.net

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