Tracking is the name of the game. I actually didn’t really think that I could get into it. If I needed it, for hunting or something, or if I found it fun from the start, maybe. But we don’t hunt, and it wasn’t fun when I first learned about tracking at Tom Brown’s school, where animal tracking is a big deal. I suppose I had a lot of baggage piled on top of me before I even had legs to stand on. Pressure to learn about all the different animals, to notice pressure releases, to note number of toes, claws, to measure stride, straddle, pitch, and on and on. I should have known it, but no one ever quite mentioned to me that first and foremost I should be enjoying myself. Read the full post
