You Are an Eagle.
Have you learned to fly?
"Once there was an eagle who didn't act at all like the great, proud bird he was born to be. This was an eagle who lived among chickens in a hen-house and covered coop. He could be seen every morning scratching the dirt for bits of grain and pecking at the cobs of corn the farmer threw to him and the rest of the chickens. The eagle's eyes were as dull as his feathers. He was one sad bird.
One day, a passerby, who felt sorry for the eagle entered the cage, grasped the bird with both hands, and carried him to the top of a nearby mountain. A sweeping spectacle of rugged peaks, turquoise lakes, and pine forests stretched before them. The heart of the great eagle began to pound in the man's grasp.
The eagle's eyes focused on the glacier-scarred mountains and deep cliffs. He lifted his head, breathing in the icy air and cool, fresh scent of alpine flowers. Feeling the bird's struggling, the man lifted the eagle up and ... let him go! The bird stretched his wings and soared across the valley until he was a tiny speck against the distant mountains. The eagle had realized his destiny." ~ Joni Eareckson Tada
From the Draw
A website devoted to sharing bowhunting stories. From the draw in the mountains to the draw on paper, the moments live on.