When I look at the celebration that the first day of October brings with it. There always seems to some sort of underlining storyline that starts way before the old crossbow ever gets cocked and my boots hit the ground. 

 It’s like deeper search for meaning within something much larger than myself. This year is no different, however that meaning didn’t fully hit me until just other day. When I was stepping into my hunting headspace.

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