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...

No Waste

No Waste       I’ve always prided myself on trying anything once. That doesn’t mean I throw all caution to the wind and do things like swim with alligators, but generally I’m game for giving something a first shot. This especially goes for...

Far Enough Away

       Most of us hunters like to consider ourselves of the diehard variety. We’re not afraid to get up early, stay out late, and do whatever it takes to get our deer. Well, that is unless it’s walk more than about a quarter of a mile from our...

Late Fruit

       I always try to notice the oak trees around my hunting areas. This always tell me if the deer will hang around more in the woods or if they’ll be coming to my fields. I will usually find the signs in May or June, and then watch for falling...

Truth and Tradition

        In my area, flea markets are more popular than the mall. On any given Saturday or Sunday, cars and trucks will line the highways They are full of people who are willing to walk down dimly lit paths where vendors sell...