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Kids playing- laughing, squealing, and high pitched screaming as only kids can.

Your newborns first cries.

Grand babies hands down

That solid "Thump!" when you make a perfect shot on a hunted animal.

It's benign.

Kids playing while I dozed on the couch before supper. If my wife had them be quiet and not bother me I would wake up immediately.

Here's a grandson playing his fiddle on a wild Pacific shore while being filmed by his brother's drone. He'd been playing for a year at that point. Jump to 2:14 for a sample.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ROivfvyP6w

Good sounds (we can mention) beyond kids and grandkids sounds:

The close-by sigh of a whale spouting in a grey dawn when fishing for salmon on a calm sea.

Trout rising to a bug hatch

An broadhead arrow hitting meat

A cougar whistle as it approches a calling stand

Elk bugle, anywhere anytime

Moose grunt across a still lake

3 yo girl singing in a very clear voice in the toy aisle of Target. Very happy. Every morning we have the birds that wake around 3. 50/60 years or so ago, the Methodist church rang it's bell every Sunday, a sound different than you usually hear in a city Not my churcch.. I went to school with the preachers daughter, a friend dated her, said she was pretty hot. She was a pretty blonde.

Now the lack of sound on the rare ocassions I get someplace quite.

The lone piper at my friends wifes memorial. Played before, stood off and played quiety during the rosary, then played Amazing grace, then play another and walked out of ear shot. Way too bad she could not have been there to hear with us.

Like any american boy, I like the V8 lump, the Harley chugga, and any big single. Except not at night in front of my window.

Kids laughing, Ruffed Grouse drumming in the spring, Thhwauook of a broadhead in the boiler room, lap of water on a boats hull, Christmas music after the December 20th.

The sound of a fart in an empty stairwell.

The call of a Loon on a perfectly still morning with steam rising off the water at a MN lake cabin during sunrise.

The 'grunt grunt" sound of a big buck on the trail of the doe that just walked under your tree stand.

The "THWAACK" sound as your arrow penetrates just behind the front shoulder of said buck(s)

Your kid yelling "I got 'em!!!!!" on their first pheasant hunt over a dog you trained yourself. (See avatar)

WAY cool!

Going through cancer treatment right now-sure wish I'd have heard that.

Going through cancer treatment right now-sure wish I'd have heard that.

That boy's got a gift. Learning to play a fiddle is one thing I've always wanted to do, yet somehow never found the time to do.

I really, really like the sound of NO traffic, airports, or city sounds and lights.

Just the sound of wind blowing through the tall oaks, cattle lowing now and again, coyotes in the distance, and a big fish coming up to make a splash as it grabs a bite to eat on the water surface.

Peace and quiet has a sound all unto itself.

The sound of a freight train blowing it's horn as it crosses a nearby intersection.
The sound of a flock of teal screaming into the decoys as they dump air off their wings and fall from the sky.
The bawl of an excited beagle as it gets a nose full of rabbit scent.
The cry of a loon as it calls out to it's mate on a quiet morning.

That video is outstanding!

I know you are proud of him. As you should be!

The meadowlark's song that greats me every morning at first light

A loon's cry, echoing across a still lake

Silence, when the incessant winds finally die down

My wife's voice, when she awakens me on the sofa after a hard day's work..."Honey, your dinner's ready"

You sound like the kind of guy i need to get to know.

Arrow popping ribs. How do you spell crrraack and thwack at the same time.

When i thought of this thread i thought about the bulls bugle and i remembered a week long back pack into the mountains east of Valleceto Res in Co. 4 years and i had never killed a bull elk with a rifle. I had taken a 4x4 with a bow years before.

I was down in the dumps after climbing the ridge a mile from bivouac at the crack of dawn. I had found fresh sign on the ridge the afternoon before. I had retraced a few trails before daylight to get back there. As it was cracking day i walked into a tent camp with a couple horses staked outside. Tent was on the trail. It was the twilight zone all over again. I couldnt see how i had missed my trail. I said anybody home. A sleepy yeah came back. They had moved in during the night. I went on up the trail 400 yds. Nothing.
I couldnt see going on like this. I sat down and told the Lord i was at the end of my rope. I told Him i needed help. I got to thinking that the season before i had missed hunting and having 2 parts of my lung taken out at Harvards Mass General.
I had been hurting in that lung bad before this hunting trip and after being treated 6 months for a fungal lung infection. I got the results of the latest mri back on Friday afternoon, no tumor, and brother and i headed for Co that afternoon.
I would lay under the nylon tarp at night and hear the click sound come out of my rt lung every breath i took. Takes a while to fall asleep with that.

I got to thinking how lucky i was to be able to be up there with my brother. We could get in thick aspens and see nothing but yellow above and below, the leaves covered the floor, with white trunks marred with black.

I told Him thanks for just letting me be sitting there on that ridge that morning and that i should just be happy with that after all the stress and misery of the year.

When i finished, I sat there a few minutes feeling better. Thats when I heard the bull bugle just a little further up the ridge from me.

Now that was a beautiful sound.

I told Him thanks and donned my stetson.

God bless you gopher. Your in my prayers.

A Loon