A Sand Country Almanac

Aldo Leopold in my opinion was a man who deserved to be admired for his accomplishments. He went from one side of the spectrum to the other in one life time and for most people that is really hard to do. He grew up a hunter and an arrogant one at that. Still, even I his blood thirsty days, he was still a man of honor. Giving himself kill limits and only hunting certain animals at certain parts of the day. A trait I could seriously admire. In his story thinking like a mountain he describes the event that changed his life. After shooting a wolf and staring into her eyes as she died, it changed his entire outlook of everything. He then began fighting to preserve the very life he once so proudly hunted. He accomplished much in his life and even his death was a very dramatic symbol of what he stood for. He died from a heart attack while he fought to fight back a wild fire. The flames engulfed and consumed his body long before anyone even realized he was missing. When he was atlas found his arms were crossed and he lay perfectly straight, he’d died peacefully and with a clean conscious. He lived his life by what he believed he was brought here to do and died fighting for what he thought was right. He died feeling fulfilled and in peace, we should all be so fortunate.