Mongolia Eagle Hunting
Just one of many pictures I have of one of the best experiences of my life. He and I became fast friends. It was another experience that proved two common souls need not a language from which to speak with a tongue but a kindred spirit and respect for that person or their heart of being.
The Garb I am wearing was purchased from a man whom sold it to me because “your soul is warm and heart bright”. It’s a jacket that was made 80 years ago by his grandmother and the hat was made 20 years ago. The Coat is sheep on the inside and horse on the outside. I wore it each day I hunted with great reverence and humble feelings of awe. The old man was 68 years old and still shod horses. His Eagle was his 10th Eagle and mine was 6 years old. Still young for an Eagle. At 10 years old they are usually set free. I had the awesome joy and fire of anticipation to send my “bird” 3 times. It was a feeling I have never felt nor will feel again in my life unless, I take up the old man on his offer to live with him as his son. I might meet him half way on that offer and just live with him as they move from place to place in happy harmony with nature. He said I could pick from his finest horses to ride. But for now I will have to continue to soar in my heart for our friendship. Some day I will gallop into his Ger (with his hands in the air telling me not to ride so fast into that area, “it scares the sheep and yaks” that’s another story. You will have to wait until I get the text ready and pictures sorted to see more.