Leading With A Limp

    Next week I’m going on my annual trip to Missouri. I’ve been deer hunting there for years and have some wonderful friends there. My memories are many. I think about everything from the times of extreme weather (one time I hunted without a...

Creation Speaks

I have a recent vivid memory. It’s not going to impress you, but I can’t get it out of my mind. I went to the woods, got out of my truck, walked a few steps, and looked up and around. I didn’t look for anything in particular. I just looked around. I looked at the...

Maybe You Should Wait

It was a cold October day. The fog wouldn’t lift until late morning. It was the opening day of Kentucky’s muzzleloader season, and I was high atop a mountain looking for a buck making his way back to his bedding area. The day was perfect for deer movement, and it...

The Boat Trip

    As a young adult, I remember fishing the riverbank at Mr. MacDonald’s farm. (Yes, Old McDonald had a farm. Lol) He was an older man whose property ran along the river. I don’t remember how we first discovered this place, but it seemed to not...

The Path Best Traveled

    I made my way to the tree stand on opening day of Tennessee’s deer season. The weather was perfect, including a chance of light rain. I had prepared for this hunt by being meticulous about being scent-free as much as possible. I should have...