As I prepared to put pen to paper, so to speak, my mind wandered down the rabbit hole of open and closed hunting seasons. The general rhythm of the hunter's year and whether hunter’s located elsewhere in the world, where closed seasons may not exist, also experience this annual sense of fulfilment, nostalgia, completion and anticipation.

Soil is the foundation upon which the majority of our natural world stands. From the vast boreal forests of the Taiga to the rainforests of the Congo and to our hunting grounds big and small, soil is ever present beneath our feet.