Now each time I encounter a stag, whether they’re in the distance running with their harem of hinds, or slowly crossing the road in front of my car in order to make a point, i feel sorrow.
When i hear a gunshot somewhere in the forest, i think of the direction from whence it came and remember which stag I’d encountered in that general vicinity, and i wonder if the hunter’s target was one and the same.
My name is Edward O'Toole and I live in one of the wildest, most beautiful parts of Europe, in the Carpathian Mountains of Eastern Slovakia. Life is an adventure - both physically and metaphysically...
I've been living out here for the last 22 years, along with my wife, 3 kids and Jack Russell.
My main interests involve bushcraft, prepping, survival and wilderness living (self-sufficiency and self-reliance), ecological, green, smart and natural solutions, motorcycles and motorbike club life, writing and art (I have 7 published books), and exploring the paranormal.
For more about my lifestyle, art and writing visit http://www.edwardotoole.com
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