By Jason Cruise At five years old my world was filled with the smell of oak trees, the sight of my daddy’s 30-30, the sounds of my granddaddy’s old green truck, and the thrill of going to a cabin where we would journey out to pursue the elusive whitetail. [Read the Bible Gateway Blog post, Adventurer Bear Grylls Depends on God for His Strength] I loved the journey as much as the hunt. Bouncing around the seat of the truck while daddy battled the rut-studded roads that beat me to death on the way to the cabin was as much…