Close your eyes and remain silent. That voice you hear in the wind is the voice of your ancestors. They carried the same type of rifle you carry and fed the family the same way. you are now truly tied to them. Bow then before the deer and thank the Great Creator for the gift and honor the spirit of the deer with a tobacco offering. His body is dead but his spirit will live on. As I sat down with my family this evening to enjoy a roast from the doe that jezabel got this year, I said a silent thank you to the deer again for providing my family with the wonderful meal that brought us together at the table. This friday, my son and I will make another plea and tobacco offering to the ancestors for another good hunt. Oh, and may they deliver some snow!!