What means the most to you in life?

[mrnoodle]

My family, up to and including my niece and nephews, who are very dear to me. Being single and with no immediate prospects, I play the role of doting uncle these days. God, I love those kids.

On the personal pleasure front, I would have to say being in the woods in about September qualifies as the closest thing to nirvana I experience. The mornings are crisp enough to rattle your teeth, but it gets almost summerlike during the day before cooling down again at night. The elk are bugling, other critters are busy getting ready for winter, leaves are turning, etc. etc.

I had started a lovely little nature essay here, but I clipped it because I was in danger of nauseating myself. But the etc. etc. encompasses a wide range of warm fuzzies. Not the least of which is reserved for bowhunting. For 48 weeks a year, elk are majestic woodland creatures. For the other 4, I want one dead and hanging from a tree in my camp.

Ahh.