Almost There

             I don’t how many times I have crossed a ridge thinking I was some place that I wasn’t. I don’t how many times I have crested a hill thinking I’ll be able to see something I didn’t. I...

The Sounds of Silence

I noticed my actions during a turkey hunt a few mornings ago. I had not heard a bird gobble for a few days, so there I was waiting again for that familiar sound. I always arrive just before daylight and make my way to a central place in order to be heard should I do a...

Forgetting

             The days are moving ahead at a steady pace. While 2020 has been unpredictable and unbelievable, one thing has been consistent and unchanging. It’s each day’s twenty-four-hour cycle. Nothing has slowed it...

Thinking

         It’s July and I feel a sense of pressure. I’m thinking of food plots and practice shots. I’m thinking we are two weeks from August, and August is thirty days from opening bow season in Kentucky. I’m thinking...

Noticeable Fruit

              This time of year, the water level in the rivers are naturally low. Usually, the rains are of the thunderstorm variety and are not long, ongoing, soakers. This can make fishing harder but more centralized. Basically,...