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Something a little different in this new episode. While building content, I often have interviews and topics that don’t need a full 30-40 minute dedicated episode. I have decided to take these ‘shorts’ and pool them together plus offer you an update on what is in the works with the A Break in the Action podcast.
A Hunter’s Prayer
For the cunning of the fox
and the obsession of the hound;
The majesty of the whitetail deer
and the frost upon the ground.
For humbling shots at dove and teal
and their acrobatics on the wing;
The exhilaration of bringing trout to hand
and the satisfaction that it brings.
For the patience spent with stalking glass
o’er thistled hills for stag;
The hard-earned hare, the cock, the squirrel…
a simple man's mixed bag.
For the explosion of colors in the spring
and winter’s steely greys;
The rusts of autumn, harvest golds
and summer’s steamy haze.
For calming evenings spent by campfire
and the intoxicating walks that fill our days;
There are no greater gifts than these -
Almighty Father, we give You praise.
Ryan Doughty, 2010
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Something a little different in this new episode. While building content, I often have interviews and topics that don’t need a full 30-40 minute dedicated episode. I have decided to take these ‘shorts’ and pool them together plus offer you an update on what is in the works with the A Break in the Action podcast.
A Hunter’s Prayer
For the cunning of the fox
and the obsession of the hound;
The majesty of the whitetail deer
and the frost upon the ground.
For humbling shots at dove and teal
and their acrobatics on the wing;
The exhilaration of bringing trout to hand
and the satisfaction that it brings.
For the patience spent with stalking glass
o’er thistled hills for stag;
The hard-earned hare, the cock, the squirrel…
a simple man's mixed bag.
For the explosion of colors in the spring
and winter’s steely greys;
The rusts of autumn, harvest golds
and summer’s steamy haze.
For calming evenings spent by campfire
and the intoxicating walks that fill our days;
There are no greater gifts than these -
Almighty Father, we give You praise.
Ryan Doughty, 2010
Have a comment or suggestion? Text Ryan now! (please note: this messenger does not allow for replies)
Support the show
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