I didn’t go deer hunting last fall to get a deer. I went because something in my chest needed to get quiet, and the woods are the only place I know that will actually make that happen without asking why.

Every other environment you walk into has an agenda for your time. The woods don’t. And somehow that’s become a radical act.

Nobody writes songs about the days the fish didn’t bite. But those are the days that actually teach you something — if you’re paying attention to the right thing.