Moments In Time
THERE ARE FEW THINGS that stir my soul more than that first glimpse of an aspen leaf turned gold against the backdrop of a dark, pine-covered mountain. It’s a sure sign fall is upon us, and it always takes me back to one of those magical moments hunters so often experience in the wild. It was mid-September as I snuck through a wide stand of aspens high in the Rocky Mountains. A flicker of movement stopped me in my tracks. Two velvet-antlered mule deer casually walked along the edge of the trees, unaware of the presence of a predator. Not that I was any threat to them. Though I carried a bow in my hand, my pocket held a license that was good only for elk. Still, I took the opportunity…