SO much I could write about Twangfest this year-gut busting laughter, man hugs, good camp food, hours in the woods, success and failures of the hunters, but a bond of brothers to be sure. 27 years we've been gathering each fall. Some years I've taken tons of photos, some-not so much.
This photograph is dark, noisy, blurry and I love it. It tells a story. I think as hunters we love seeing a day wake and drift off into the night, so darkness accompanies us always. The hunt can be successful or not. This one, had a great ending. God blessed us with a harvest. It shows also the brotherhood we have at Twang-sincerely happy with the success of each other and willing to help-it's part of camp life.
I guess life can be dark, noisy, blurry and.....we love it.