Every year around the first of February I begin to get the itch to get out in the field. The cause of this mid-winter itch is knowing that the time is just around the corner when the elk, deer and moose begin to drop their antlers.

Antler shed hunting is a special time for me. I relish the serenity of days in the field and the thrill of finding a freshly dropped rack. The greatest benefit of living in Montana, for myself, is the opportunity to spend time in the pristine wild places so abundant here. I never take these opportunities for granted. Exploring natural Montana is truly a spiritual experience in my life. I don't want to know a life that doesn't include the ability to recharge my spiritual batteries. Thus I head to the forests and fields each winter to soak up the glory of Montana.

Now, the time is once again upon me. I am bristling with anticipation of the treasures that await me. Tomorrow, I head out for the first time this winter. Did the "hoss buck" that dropped the pictured antler make it through another year? Will I find the full set this time out?

Regardless of the answers, I am blessed to even ponder such questions. Without such questions, life would be much less fulfilling.

Happy shed hunting!