Thursday, October 13, 2011

My Refuge, White River National Wildlife Refuge

                                                                                                                   Essay by Jim Taylor

18-August-1985- Smoke house hill entrance 
As the chill of Autumn air  returns each year it triggers a longing within me for the sights and sounds of honking geese overhead and Overcup oak leaves crunching beneath my boots. White River refuge provides a dependable anchor, a connection, an unsevarable tie to the birth of my hunting spirit. When I feel that spirit waning, I return here and reconnect.

Escronges Lake, WRNWR
The lure of the refuge river bottoms was imprinted upon me very early in my youth. Being a restless teenager growing up in the rural farming community of Dewitt I was truly blessed to have lived in close proximity to such a national treasure as White River NWR.

After school and weekend excursions to the refuge to explore  its many isolated lakes or to bowhunt its remote hardwood forest occupied much of my free time.  I often proclaimed that this is my land,  I own it, all 160,00 acres of it! It will be a  legacy that I will  someday pass on to my child.

The Cypress and Overcup trees of the refuge  imprinted on me in a similar way that salmon are drawn to return from hundreds of miles away to the place of their birth. Returning to the refuge with my bow in hand is a yearly ritual that I have done with few exceptions for over thirty years.

As a Wildlife Management student at UAM-1984
The wilds of the refuge offers an unchanging anchor that keeps me rooted in a world that is ever evolving and changing.  As I enter the refuge gates each fall I am always comforted in knowing that  Lower White lake and  Escronges Lake will be there to greet me.  No need to worry that some developer has filled them in or clear cut its forest to make room for another cotton field.  Nor do I have to worry that I will not be the high bidder on my hunting lease in any given year. The refuge will always be there.

Life brings constant change. I have uprooted my family and relocated multiple times across the country while pursuing my career in the archery business. I've been fortunate enough to have been involved in and to hunt in some magnificent hunting clubs and properties. Over time though, the one constant and recurring hunting relationship I have had has been with my White River Wildlife Refuge.  I was awed by the magnitude and vast remoteness of the place as a kid, and remain so today.  The refuge is part of me. It is my connection to the earth that holds many stories and memories of the bow and arrow,  from long ago hunts... and of hunts yet to come.

Jim Taylor

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