Wether its celebrity inspiration, stories and pictures from friends or your own individual desire to succeed, we all have our own melting pot of motivation which stirs deep within us. I’d be willing to bet that every single one of us has a combination of up bringing, previous experience, healthy case of dreaming jealousy from watching way too much outdoor programing, which rev our engines in and out every year till we die. I bring this up in light of several photos Ive seen recently of western hunts from years past. These pictures not only bring back great memories but draw a strain of emotion from my soul that act as a catalyst, not pushing me into further dreaming, but into action. Thats one thing about dreams that makes me wonder, when people say they have dreams are they just waiting on them to magically come true? It is good to have dreams, but I feel just saying you are dreaming breeds a state of inactivity, both physically and mentally. When do you take those dreams and make them reality? The word goal, is what we need to train our minds to think. Goals mean action, physically and mentally moving towards our destination taking those things that motivate from a dreamers level into reality. Goals are more dangerous than dreams, goals produce resilient action until they are met and beyond.
What really has added fuel to my internal fire are pictures from my fathers past elk hunts I found flipping through albums. The exhaustion, the mountains, the git, grime the smiles, the pinnacle of success, but overall the mystique of God’s country which harbors something special. Another picture intensified my goals came from Cameron Hanes’s Facebook page which showed up on my news feed. His picture, a monster bull elk down and part way through dressing out. Slabs of delicious elk meat topped of with giant dark antlers, the king of the mountains. Simple yet effective. In my mind I see this picture and pictures from my father as a place I long to return. However; in order to return to that point, long hard days of work are ahead. A daunting thought considered I still have 2 years of college left. Instead of feeling sorry for myself and chalking western hunting into my dream category, they re-enforce and amplified my goals pushing me to push myself in all areas of life with the goal of getting back into the mountains. My soul burns and my mind screams creating a focused rage of intense concentration. This is the mental edge which separates the complacent from the non complacent.
Do you have this edge? If you don’t, today is a good day to start.
Where Eagles Dare, PWL.
Jason
Pushing the Wild Limits 
Reblogged this on 323 Archery Shoot and commented:
As we all get older, I wish I’d spent more time hunting with my father. He’s still with us, but he’s slowing down, much to the relief of everything he likes to hunt.
Thanks for the reblog, its never too late to make memories, but I bet the animal s are in relief haha.
Well, I was nice, I’d need earplugs too – he’s lost 80% of his hearing and won’t wear his hearing aids, so a whisper from him can be heard at 150 yards. We did go on a bear hunt in Maine in 2010 though, out of 23 hunters, 21 got bears, sadly, that year he wasn’t one of them, though he’s gotten bears at that camp 5 other years.