by Pastor Mark Fisher
May 2, 2016
Fall in Northern Minnesota was the time of the year I enjoyed most. Cool days, grouse hunting, dead mosquitoes; the yellows, reds, and purples of the leaves turning color; and, of course, Vikings football with the hope of another successful season! I loved being outdoors that time of year, whether hunting or working. Ah… could life get any better? (I was fairly ignorant of Colorado at the time.)
Well it so happened that my job with the U.S. Forest Service sent me and my crew on a low class dead end road. The three of us were surveying a new timber sale access road into a remote area. It was a swampy, wet area with heavy underbrush.
While we had been spending our days surveying, a young man from the Twin Cities had been preparing to grouse hunt in this same area. He had gathered all the right gear, but he lacked one thing; his belief and understanding of the outdoors were misguided.