Dark clouds roll in and thunder rumbles in the distance. I gaze down my drive and notice a red fox standing in the middle of said driveway. There is nothing strange about a fox standing in the driveway, I live out in the middle of nowhere. Young turkeys have been seen crossing from my pasture and the foliage and entering the wood line.
I realize that the fox is hunting.
His head lifted, he sniffs the air to find the scent of prey. I watch as he ambles off into my pasture. Watching the fox has caused me to pause and think.
The fox doesn’t rush. Hunters are deliberate, every move is carefully scrutinized, planned and executed. A fox doesn’t rely on the pack to help him hunt. He is a solitary predator, and a scavenger.
I gaze down the road to where the fox had stood. He is gone. No doubt, he is in pursuit of prey. It reminds me of my time in war. To this day, I still can’t make sense of what I’ve seen or done.
We hunted, every move deliberate, planned and executed. Sometimes we reacted. ‘Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.’ Unlike the fox, we had a pack to back us up. Still, predators require prey for survival. War can’t happen if one side is unwilling to participate. When two countries, nations, or states engage in warfare, then they are attempting to prey on the other.
The fox will be back, the hunt always continues. Except for me. I am done with living the life of a predator. This is not to be misconstrued with cowardice or a lack of aggression. At some point, I was going to have to step away. Now seems as good a time as any.
The key now is to not become prey.