Migratory Dreams

As the Rocky Mountain Winter sets it's mighty grip, a faint voice summons to begin the trip.

The crossroad that brings hunter and hunted together are The Sky Islands of the Sonoran Desert.

The Montezumas there harken to days of old, when Quail had manners and would hold.

The call to head South stirs all of Gods creatures, but none more so than the restless wing shooter.

The hidden valleys in his dreams remain in sacred trust, as they are the object of his wanderlust.

Of Prairie, Mountains, Forest, and Streams, the Sky Islands are all that consume a bird hunters dreams.