Without Words

           As many of you know, sometimes it is more fun to take someone hunting than it is to go yourself. This is especially true when it comes to your own children. But that’s not the only time. I remember the day I took a young black...

Cockleburs

          Each morning I walked about three-fourths of a mile to get to my stand. I had cut limbs and bushes out of the way and yet there was one area where I had to navigate around several tree-laps and weeds. I could have gone another way,...

Strange Places

           For the past several years I have spent the first or second week of November hunting deer away from home. As all deer hunters know, these weeks are considered the best for having an opportunity to harvest a big buck. And while...

Present Failure, Future Success

           This hunting season has been one of weirdest I’ve encountered. I guess it seems fitting that it happened in 2020. What started with enthusiasm and expectation has moved to wonder and disappointment. The planning and preparing...

Keep Paddling

               If you have been fishing long enough, you have got a story to tell about a motor breakdown and how you had to paddle all the way back to the dock. I can remember two of these episodes and the order of events is...