Oh Great Lord, let your winds be gentle and your skies be heavy, let
there be a blanket
of fresh snow to track the Antlered One as did my forefathers, and
grant that I find him
with antlers like a tree, branches wide and mighty.
Grant that my hand be steady, my aim be true, and my drag short.
But most of all grant that my children, and their children, and their
children’s children
have the wisdom to preserve your work in the forest, field, and
stream, so that they too
can one day hunt the Antlered One in the footsteps of their forefathers.
