The Storms

I don’t exactly remember how my phobia came about, and even though it doesn’t incapacitate me, I still pause when I’m confronted with its likelihood. My phobia? Thunderstorms. I really don’t think it was a childhood struggle. I assume that at that time in my life I...

Identified

My deer season is over. As I write, I have one more afternoon before I wrap it up for the year. Sure, there are still opportunities in the south, but right now I need my early mornings for work. I love that time of day. To say I’m an early riser would probably be an...

Comfort

             I’ve never been much for hiking even though some of my friends love it. And I feel the same way about camping. I’ve often said that if I’m camping, there needs to be a hunting or fishing trip...

What the Eyes See

Ever since last summer, I have been watching one particular buck. He’s not a giant but he has a short third beam that protrudes straight out from the bottom of his main beam. It’s only about 5 inches long but has another point growing from that. The deer is a...

Changing Winds

In most areas I hunt in, the prevailing good wind is out of the Northwest. The hardest places to hunt are the ones where that wind is downwind to my deer because I am unable to place a stand in any other position. The common phrase we hear when it comes to all hunting...