Self Bows and Savannah River Swamp Rooters


	I like wading across stretches of water, prowling along hummocks and timber edges, reading swamp stories in damp game trails, rootings, turkey scratchings, and old deer sign still visible from the last rut. I like the dense cover and the uncertainty of what lies 20 yards ahead. It’s the time of the hunter, when breathing becomes voluntary and ears and eyes and taste and nose merge to one purpose. Sounds are more than heard, movement more than seen. Breezes guide the face, inform the nose and wipe across the tongue. Body and spirit, mind and matter all move to that single purpose. I like being the predator at work. And the swamp is a good place for it. from Self Bows and Savannah River Swamp Rooters