Darkness creates a mysterious and sometimes alien environment for most but I love being in the dark,
After the heat of the day where the most comfort I get is from hanging my head out the window of the car at 60mph, like some mad demented pooch enjoying its ears flapping in the wind, the darkness and cool air of the night gives me some relief. In the night the world is definitely a different creature providing your senses with a whole new lease of life. Nothing more Alien to the world is the sounds and its alarming volume.
Let me explain? Have you ever been sitting at night watching the TV after everyone has gone to bed and you feel like you are the only one alive and the volume of the TV just seems to get louder and every slight creek in the house seems to be a racket? well increase that volume 100% where the wind in the trees sounds like traffic on a motorway and the distant bark of the kenneled dogs seems like it is right next you, even the sudden start of a wood pigeon from the trees seems to be like thundering strikes on a drum as it beats through the trees to get away from whatever is stalking it.
Last night was no different than any other spring night but maybe a little more alive with noise. A distant doe whistles its high pitched sound to warn others of dangers or to call a buck (never can tell the difference lol ), a couple of cuckoos strike up their hollow song and you hear the movement of grouse but the hardest noise to hide from the back of your mind is the high pitched sometimes frightening bark of a straying fox you clearly know it is coming from the otherside of the glen far from your permission but the frustration of it all is that you hear it like it is a couple of feet away making you jump slightly with excitement thinking you are going to get that crucial sight of red, but alas nothing.
The night drags on but none the less magical with owls and curlews putting in the odd word, lamping from side to side sitting just waiting for a glimpse of something you realise you are never alone sitting in the darkness but you are always safe and always feel alive and vigilant.
The crisp sharp twinge of cold dew upon your face helps you tell that the temperature is changing and a light vapour mist in your lamps beam intensifies the closer you get to Dawn where a whole new world will be alive, This night/morning no shot was fired but nonetheless it was still an amazing nights hunting and worth every second.