The buzz of hummingbirds and conversations of purple martins.

The silence of a high mountain slope, looking way down into the U shaped valley….then hearing a pika call.

The echo of wood being chopped in heavy timber at a distance.

Sweet cottonwood smell in spring.

A million diamonds sparkling on snow in below O winter night, on a full moon.

The Aurora rippling in blending colours across Orion , the Dipper and North Star.

Warmth of the woodstove heat washing over your face , entering the cabin from frigid cold.

The exquisite delight , every breath in life fulfilled, at last, of being IN Love.

Sunrise over family land
Woodstove during a snow storm
Charcoal with steaks cooking

Elk bulging
The stillness of sleeping under the stars.
The smell of a horse in the spring
Watching your grandchild catch a fish
Good freinds around a campfire

First snow hanging on the trees
Coyote talking at dusk
Black bear working a berry patch on a far hillside
Bull moose grunting
Marten hanging from a trap as you turn a corner in your trail
Cottonwood leaves rustling in the fall

A babbling brook.
A largemouth sucking in a top water plug.
Crunching footsteps on frozen leaves from an unseen deer.
The fatality of a well placed arrow.
A heavy blood trail.
Pre-dawn hoot of a great horned owl.

The warmth of a freshly harvested grouse.
The smell of a canvas tent.

Most of mine have already been covered here.

The feel of clean sheets after a long, hard day.
The smell of line dried clothing for the first time in spring.
The song of the wood thrush as the summer sun begins to sink.
The first snow of winter.
Watching a hunting dog you've spent months training do everything just right (or close enough) on the first hunt.
The first fall morning when you have to go in off the porch where you're drinking your coffee to get a flannel shirt.

All good stuff posted above. In a slightly different vein, I love the sound of little voices. Squeaky little voices of kids shopping at the supermarket with their parents. Makes me long for those days when my kids were that age.

Puppy breath. I hope to have a new puppy soon.

The last big sigh sound of your dog before he falls a sleep next to you.

The smell of wood fire..
Watching bees landing on wildflowers.

The sound of my wife's voice,



when she tells me from time to time that I don't suck as bad as I did yesterday...

The smell of Beaver castor or mink musk with the sound of moving water around you!

The smell of a alfalfa field the morning after being cut.
The smell of Hawbaker's coon lure on a frosty morning.
The smell of a freshly fired shotgun shell casing.


Flames dancing in the wood stove or a campfire.
A prairie sunset.

Whistling wings over the decoys before shooting light.
Cottonwood leaves rustling in the wind on the 1st bowhunt of a new season.

The sound of a wood stove crackling heard from inside the sleeping bag on a -40 morning
The last knife stroke on a clean skinned wolf
Seeing your child smiling to themself after a successful harvest
A good cup of coffee on a cold morning at the cabin

Some of my favorites

*Clean dry clothes after a long day of hunting/trapping
*A shower or bath after a few days on the land

A child's laughter; my little girl laughing cause she and only she thinks something is funny.

The sound of cicadas on a river bank when summer is starting to wind down.

A clear starry sky that makes you ponder.

The friendship of a good and loyal dog.

Good friends that I may have not spoken to for months, but we just pick up where we left off.

The sound of the ocean.

Having nothing, but knowing everything is gonna be alright.

This thread got me thinking about a song I have to post. I think it speaks to all of us.

The airs smell after an early morning rain
The calls of sand hill cranes passing in October
Perfectly ripe sweet corn
Coyotes howling in the middle of the night

Something that always takes me back -
The smell of Hoppe's No. 9.

When old man winter sets in and days are short . Spending the evenings in the fur shed putting up fur with favorite radio station playing and left to your thoughts with no outside interruptions

Stopping what you're doing to watch a flock of geese fly south on a Cold, sunny late september day

Looking behind you at the progress on a new handcut skidoo trail

The list could continue forever

The sound of a baby laughing.

Watching baby calves running and bucking on a warm spring day.

Rib eye steak cooked over a campfire.

There is much more ,but those are the best.


Charlie